Saint Pölten, Austria

"On the way to Italy circa 30 years ago we stopped in St Pölten, Austria, for a night. The whole place, the hotel, the „Restaurant“ - everything had an eery, spooky, kafkaesque 1950s air of repressive catholic smallmindedness. Being ogled by the locals over dinner (Würstchen mit Kartoffelsalat, the only option) was downright creepy."
Both are just 50-60 years old
Maybe if they weren't LITERALLY ALL of the crime, our justified and quite palpable "hate" wouldn't exist. Ponder that for a moment you asshole, pro-criminal, Leftist prick.
Lineau,
I'm sure the irony of your words is completely lost on you, dipshit.