My grandfather, the spy
I imagine my grandfather would have been amused by the curious twist of fate that has flung me to Vienna, bearing the same name, and doing something similar, really, but altogether less secret: journalism.
Vienna has preserved its old shop signs better than most cities. But the question is, how much longer will they last?
Loved and hated in equal measure, the Slovak Radio building in Bratislava is a pyramid turned on its head. The presenter of one of the radio stations quartered there gives me a tour.
House of Atonement
I talk to the director of a new documentary film that sheds light on Vienna's "unluckiest address".
Moscow is hard to imagine without its ubiquitous kiosks, but their number may be up as the mayor clamps down on "illegally built structures".