In 1896, Robert Stolz graduated from the Vienna Conservatory at the age of 16. A year later he became an opera accompanist in the City Theater of Graz, then as bandmaster in Marburg, then in Drava and in 1902 in the city theater of Salzburg. During the First World War, Stolz served in the Austrian imperial army as bandmaster. After the war, experiencing a comprehensive crisis, Stoltz decided to take up the “win-win” business and opened the theater variety show “Max und Moritz”. Subsequently, Stolz called the venture with the theater “the biggest debacle in my entire career” and, on the run from creditors, Stolz moved to Berlin in 1924. Two years later, in 1926, he returned to Vienna. After the National Socialists came to power in 1933, R. Stolz in his limousine secretly took out several Jews and were politically persecuted to Austria. In total, he made 21 trips. In 1938, after the Anschluss, Stolz reached Paris through Zurich. Before fleeing from Vienna, the fourth wife of Robert Stolz, a certain Lilly, leaving him, stole all the jewelry and documents. Finding himself naked and barefoot in Paris, Stolz was arrested on November 30, 1939 by the French police and interned in the Colombe camp as a "hostile foreigner." He was helped by a chance acquaintance with the nineteen-year-old daughter of the French banker Yvonne Louise Ulrich, who studied in Paris as a lawyer. She raised several thousand francs for a bribe to free the composer. In 1940, Stolz emigrated to New York, where he lived all the war years. On August 28, 1941, Stolz was deprived of German citizenship, his property was seized. October 30, 1946 Robert and the French girl who saved his life, now his wife Ainzi Stolz returned to Vienna. They became the first civilians to be allowed to fly from the US to Austria. They had visas numbered 1 and 2. At the Vienna International Airport, a gala reception was held in their honor, attended by Vienna Mayor Theodor Körner. Translated with Google Translate
City park as a house book. As soon as the yellowed sheets are touched, the city will begin to dump its stories with enthusiasm. They will be written in calligraphic handwriting with classic curls, imitating the era, or chopped pen strokes, in accordance with the directives of the time. With crafty boasting, they will hoist glorious citizens on a pedestal or, like skeletons in a closet, hide their obscene acts in the shadow of distant alleys. His trees whisper past rumors, ponds keep silent secrets, and swarms of pigeons sweep dried leaves from the tracks like dust from a book cover. And the longer you stay in the park, the more you understand that time puts everything in its place, passions disappear and only heaven and silence patronize the living, contemplating the earthly vanity from above. Such a city park in Vienna. Translated with Google Translate
Don't be afraid to get lost in new places!
