The wind is blowing fresh this morning. Whistle through an avenue of linden trees leading to Tillysburg Castle in the parish of St. Florian. The trees form a trellis for the visitor. The coat collar is better turned up. It seems as if not a soul exists far and wide. The parking lot is also deserted. Kind of spooky. Arriving at the stately gate of the castle, it opens as if by magic. The ghost turns out to be Imma Walderdorff. The art historian works in the State Conservatory for Upper Austria. Her dachshund Strolchi, whose tail twirls excitedly on his buttocks, too. So to say. But more on that a little later.
