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It’s cold in Austria. Negative two degrees Celsius to be exact. Why did I come here? I only stopped asking myself that today, two seconds ago. Because now I know. It has something to do with Gogol and the red light district in Amsterdam. Also, the fact that I want to learn Russian after I’m done learning French. One, because I want to be as much like Nabokov as is possible for a midwestern…