My Struggle As a Parent
My story begins approximately thirty years ago when I first met Manuela. She was the healthy, happy, rosy-cheeked three-year-old daughter of my fiancee, Helena. Manuela lived in a storybook town, high in the Austrian Alps, in a village that skiers flocked to from all over the world. Kitzbuehel, the renowned skiing and apres-ski life village, had called to me as well.