It felt strange walking into Freud’s home in Vienna, seeing his chair, all his honorary degrees, his famous iron coach which of course used to be covered with Persian rugs to make it soft and pleasant for the patients. He lived most of his professional life there before seeking exile in Britain in March 1938 and lived in North London until he died a year later on September 1939. The most captivating part for me was where they kept his notes , the ones that he took when he was with a patient or his thoughts and analysis of certain presented behavior. According to the tour guide, he used to throw them away and they had a hard time finding , cleaning and restoring them. Between us, I couldn’t help but analyzing his hand writing!