So my Jesuit high school had a program that placed us with families in the Austrian alps and attending a Volkschule in Innsbruck to learn German. I was staying unfortunately with an old Nazi couple in Hall-in-Tirol and we hated each other. I stayed out as late as I possibly could, drank as much as I could, and developed complicated friendships with fellow students, one of whom actually made the gesture of trying to get me to sleep with him. It was after the last bus to my little village way up the mountain had left when he propositioned me, so I had to walk up this alpine mountain at like 3 in the morning. Thank god I had my walkman; I remember listening to this, while I cursed myself for not having the courage to stay and make love, walking up ancient cowpaths to my house.