my uncle misak that he would be would be sorry one day. the day would come, they said, when he would not be strong enough to earn anything. they were right, of course. that day came. my poor uncle misak was forty years old, he was no longer strong and he had no money. people laughed at him. "we told you so,"they said. and so, poor uncle misak went away from moush. he went to constantinople, and from there to vienna. "vienna?" i said eagerly. did your uncle misak go to vienna?