Actually, it was already part of the townscape. Anyone who has visited Salzburg’s old town in the summer in recent years has regularly encountered him: Markus Hinterhäuser, lost in thought, sneaking through Hofstallgasse with its three festival halls. A man who didn’t fit in at all with the glamorous guests who flaunt expensive gowns here every year: With his streaky hair, crumpled jacket and glowing cigarette, Hinterhäuser looked almost like a foreign body in this atmosphere. And even though in reality no one knew the festival better than him – the Austrian was the director of this world-famous festival.
