Tabletmag.com | May 7, 2021
It’s early November 1992, and my mother, Eve, is engaged in a fierce battle by airmail with government bureaucrats in Vienna, the city that was once her home. She is on fire, fueled by a reserve of outrage decades in the making. The target of her wrath is one Dr. Wetscherek, general director of the Pensionsversicherungsanstalt der Angestellten, who insists that my mother will need to make a sizable financial contribution in order to receive long overdue restitution in the form of a government pension.