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Justin Pickard
July 29th, 2004, 11:58 AM
Extract from ‘The Lonesome Planet Guide to the Former Austro-Hungarian Empire’ by Karla Burgen and Boris Petrovik (2001)

CONTENTS

How to use this guide 2
Contents 4
Introduction 5-6

AUSTRO-HUNGARY’S PAST 7-15
Empire
Military
Railways
Art and Architecture

AUSTRO-HUNGARY’S PRESENT 16-21
Science and Technology
Learning and Education
Politics

AREA GUIDE 22-218

SURVIVAL GUIDE 219-240
Getting there from Great Britain
Getting there from Greater Germany
Getting there from North America
Visas, Passports, Bribes and Red Tape
Life, Health and Travel Insurance
Costs, Money and Banks
Health
Information
Getting around
Accommodation
Eating and drinking
Post, Phones and Semaphore
Opening Hours, Shops and Monuments
Festivals and Public Holidays
Sports and Outdoor Pursuits
Military Police, Trouble and Harassment

ACCOMODATION AND FOOD 241-258

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INTRODUCTION

It is difficult for today’s visitor to Austro-Hungary to believe that over a hundred years ago this country stretched from Switzerland to Russia and from Germany to Greece. Indeed, for almost fifty years it was the largest country in Europe - but alas, no longer for what used to be Austro-Hungary are now the nations of Bohemia, Moravia, Bulgaria, Yugoslavia and Czechoslovakia, among many others. Despite Austro-Hungary’s fall from world power status over the last hundred years, it still is a major player in European politics and has much to offer the foreign traveller.

Austria-Hungary was established by a compromise between the Hungarian nobility and the Habsburg monarchy in an attempt to maintain the old Austrian Empire. It was a multi-national Empire, and its political life was dominated by disputes between the eleven principal national groups, in an era of national awakening. Although quarrelling between the groups frequently upset the Empire, the hundred and thirty seven years of its existence has seen ethnic integration and separation in equal measure, rapid economic growth and modernisation, as well as many liberal reforms.

Travel in Austro-Hungary couldn’t be more popular at the current time. The country’s rugged scenery, cultures and peoples, and extreme contrasts of the old and the new affect everyone who visits, and with the ‘Empress’ Anna Rosenbaum sanctioning freer elections and freer speech in recent years, the use of violence against foreigners is far less frequent than it has been. The economy is booming, and when compared to its neighbours the financial situation here is positively luminescent.

The capital and seat of government, Vienna, has never forgotten it was once the capital of a large and influential empire. Its residents act as if it still were - the small doses of courtliness, the extremely polite forms of address long forgotten in other German-speaking countries, the formal mode of dress. Vienna, as with much of Austro-Hungary as a nation, is a city both modern and extremely old-fashioned all at once. Other large cities include Budapest, the nation’s second city, Kijev to the East, the Industrial centre of Krakow, Kolozsvár, and Lemberg, world-renowned seat of culture and learning.

Justin Pickard
July 29th, 2004, 04:57 PM
Thursday July 29th 2004 - 11.00am

Jeremy Wallace put down his tattered copy of 'The Lonesome Planet Guide to the Former Austro-Hungarian Empire’, and looked out of the railway carriage window. On the horizon he could see the baroque church spires and wrought iron bridges of the city of Lemberg. Zeppelins drifted lazily overhead, and the yells and honking of automobile owners in the gridlocked streets was audible from the train carriage. Nothing whatsoever like Oxford, he thought to himself, or Kolozsvár for that matter; the industrial sprawl whose airport he had flown into. The flight from London had only taken 12 hours, but then again, even Airship was preferable to traversing the territories of Greater Germany by railway. Now what was the name of the place? Ah yes, the luxurious 'Empress Hotel'; and then onto the university to meet Professor Kovac.

G.Bone
July 30th, 2004, 08:46 AM
Warning Zwei

Just a reminder: all information pertaining to the history of your country's history should be kicked into the Left Behind Story thread. A story thread should be ...frankly....a story thread, and not a bio stuff. if it is an opening, then title it so. (sorry for being dick, but I am the unofficial mod)

-> Otherwise....good story! :)

Justin Pickard
July 30th, 2004, 10:10 AM
Well, it's kind of half-story, half-background with some other bits thrown in for good measure... :)

Justin Pickard
July 30th, 2004, 10:28 AM
Thursday July 29th 2004 - 3.00pm

Professor Lucian Kovac strode purposefully down Rosenbaum Avenue. On reflection, it was clear that the Britiish kid was onto something - but what the heck could he do about it? Austro-Hugary was build on foundations of corruption and lies, the democratic movement barely stood a chance.

As he paused to get his bearings on the street corner, he noticed a sudden movement out of the corner of his eye. Slowly and purposefully he turned around - nothing. Now, walking slightly faster, he ducked into a sidestreet and took out the package that the Wallace kid had given him. It was a nondescript parcel the size of a large book. He looked at it in awe then, hearing footsteps, hastily shoved it back in his bag. A military policeman was striding towards him. Lucian turned, and briskly ducked into a doorway - he couldn't be caught. Not now...

Justin Pickard
July 30th, 2004, 07:57 PM
Friday July 30th 2004 - 8.30am

Jeremy Wallace awoke to the heavy tolling of the bells of the gothic grotesqueness of Lemberg Cathedral; there wasn't a cloud in the sky and the heavy sun drowned the city in a liquid heat. Having carried out Dr. Harris at Oxford's request of contacting Professor Kovac, and delivered the package he now had the day to himself before he took the Zeppelin home the following afternoon, about lunchtime.

Time, he thought to himself, to take in some of the sights. The Old Town seemed as good a place as any to start...

Justin Pickard
July 31st, 2004, 01:02 PM
Friday July 30th 2004 - 5.25pm

Languishing in a cell in Lemberg Government Offices, Professor Kovak felt his life expectancy decreasing by the minute. His captor, a young military policeman, had eventually cornered him at the end of a dead-end alleyway near the Lemberg covered market. A senior official was due to question him any time now. But what, thought Kovak, could he possibly say? He couldn't tell the truth; he didn't know the truth. He had no idea what the parcel contained, but he knew that people had died for it, and that it's safe dilevery to the university was the final step in a journey that would set the democrat movement in Austro-Hungary moving. And now, after all the links in the chain that had got it to Lemberg, he, the last, had been the one to fail. He had been the weakest link - and now he was incarcerated for it.

Justin Pickard
July 31st, 2004, 09:01 PM
Friday July 30th - 6.45pm

"Professor Kovac? Are you there?" Jeremy stuck his head around the door of the titaric oak door to the professor's office. He had been palnning to bid farewell to Lucian before he left for Vienna the following afternoon. He was conspicuous in his absence. On the desk was the mouldy remains of a piece of cake, a cold cup of coffee and a silver inlaid Semaphore machine; flashing with a spool of tape hanging from the end;

'LUCIAN KOVAC STOP NOT SAFE STOP IMPERITIVE TO DELIVER PARCEL NOW STOP EMPRESS ROSENBAUM IS DYING STOP NATALIE MALEK'

Jeremy paused, momentarily shocked. What could it mean? Was the Empress dying? Who was Natalie Malek? What had happened to Professor Kovac? He needed answers, but where was he to begin?

Justin Pickard
August 1st, 2004, 11:39 AM
Saturday July 31st - 2.00am

Jeremy had stayed up half the night feeding queries into the hotel's Semaphore machine. First he had tried 'QUERY LUCIAN KOVAC', but that had just come back with some of the professors papers on comparitive political systems and his Citizen file. Then he had tried 'QUERY NATALIE MALEK' - whoever she was, she didn't have a Citizen file, but the results had returned a couple of messages that seemed to be in a numerical code of some sort. He needed the services of a cryptologist...

Justin Pickard
August 1st, 2004, 07:00 PM
Saturday July 31st - 9.30am

Jeremy awoke with a start. He had fallen asleep in his hotel room, face-down on the Semaphore machine's keyboard. His search for more information had reached a blank. What had woken him up was the gentle chugging of an auto engine from outside. He strode over to the window and sure enough, outside there was a plain black automobile. The flash of spyglasses indicated that they were looking up at 'The Empress' hotel; maybe even at him.

He shook himself out of it; no - he was just being paranoid. He got dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. There were a group of military policemen forcefully questioning the elderly proprieter behind the reception desk. He heard the words "Nein. Herr Wallace ist nicht..." but that was enough, he ducked into the kitchen and, heart beating, escaped out of the back door...

Justin Pickard
August 1st, 2004, 10:08 PM
Saturday July 31st - 12.00pm

Knowing that he couldn't return to the hotel; not now, Jeremy had fled into Lemberg to replace the clothes and equipment he had been forced to jettison, at least he had taken the Semaphore transcripts - they couldn't nail anything concrete on him. Nevertheless, feeling as though he was being watched, he made his way about town quickly, before leaving to the larger, more anonymus city of Kijev by train. He could pursue his enquiries in greater depth and greater safety there.

Justin Pickard
August 3rd, 2004, 06:32 PM
Sunday August 1 2004 - 3.00pm

Thus it was that when the event occured, of the two men who would play the biggest roles in the near future of this nation plunged into chaos, one was hiding from the authorities in the new capitol, whilst the other was languishing in a prison cell in Lemberg.