ABSTRACT
The death of Stefan Zweig (he committed suicide February 23, 1942, in Brazil), revives the memory of a blasty winter night in Salzburg. It was in January, 1931. I had been invited by the small Jewish community in Salzburg to come from Munich to deliver a lecture on the struggle which the Jews in Germany had to fight at that time for their threatened civil liberties. I took this opportunity to write to Stefan Zweig that I wanted to discuss with him a few questions concerning the future course of the Morgen, the then leading German-Jewish periodical. It was agreed that I was to come and see him in “his” café-house after my lecture. The lecture, followed by a rather heated discussion of the sense and nonsense in the various methods of Jewish defense which were employed at that time (still, more or less, the methods of today in America), took place in a restaurant which was not too far from the main railroad station, while the café-house where I had my appointment afterward was situated on the banks of the Salzach.
