The best wrap I've had in my life came from an Italian deli in Zurich... Salmon, rice and loads of green stuff. Not to mention the deadly little soya fish...
Saturday, October 15, 2005
The wrap from heaven
The best wrap I've had in my life came from an Italian deli in Zurich... Salmon, rice and loads of green stuff. Not to mention the deadly little soya fish...
Thursday, October 13, 2005
So we thought people cared (about the Nobel Prize)
Thursday, 12.58pm in one of Zurich's largest bookstores.
Silence, ordinary commerce, no 'these are the possible ones'-table, no radio on.
-Are you going to turn the radio on, to hear the announcement of the Nobel Prize? We ask the girl at the info-desk. -Eh, no. She answers and gives us a confused look. -I wouldn't think so. And that is next week by the way. -Oh? Are you sure? We look at her, then each other, then her again. -100%, she answers and sort of waits for us to understand.
Right, we leave the store somewhat confused. We thought it was today, we had read it was today. How much are they disagreeing in the academy? Is there a major crisis? Has this ever happened before?
A few minutes later we have moved on to look at stuff in the Swiss Army knife store(!), and there they have the radio on. "Harold Pinter" is all we hear in the flow of words at the news in Scwytzer Deutsch. Quickly we're heading towards the nearest bookstore. This time, an English language one.
We stop just inside the doors.
Silence, ordinary commerece, no 'these are the copies we dug out from the basement'-table.
And we thought the world cared about this. On the other hand. Who said Switzerland was the world...?
Silence, ordinary commerce, no 'these are the possible ones'-table, no radio on.
-Are you going to turn the radio on, to hear the announcement of the Nobel Prize? We ask the girl at the info-desk. -Eh, no. She answers and gives us a confused look. -I wouldn't think so. And that is next week by the way. -Oh? Are you sure? We look at her, then each other, then her again. -100%, she answers and sort of waits for us to understand.
Right, we leave the store somewhat confused. We thought it was today, we had read it was today. How much are they disagreeing in the academy? Is there a major crisis? Has this ever happened before?
A few minutes later we have moved on to look at stuff in the Swiss Army knife store(!), and there they have the radio on. "Harold Pinter" is all we hear in the flow of words at the news in Scwytzer Deutsch. Quickly we're heading towards the nearest bookstore. This time, an English language one.
We stop just inside the doors.
Silence, ordinary commerece, no 'these are the copies we dug out from the basement'-table.
And we thought the world cared about this. On the other hand. Who said Switzerland was the world...?
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Creative clean hyper kicks
Dear All,
Switzerland is deadly. Absolutely wonderful.
Imagine a city clean and beautiful, old and new, well organised and creative as nothing else. Zürich it is.
The airport in Zürich is quiet and calm. People arrive, follow the signs, talk in low voices and get on the train. The train takes you to the baggage claim and main exits. Across the street is the train station from where you 12 minutes later arrive in central Zürich.
Lonely Planet writes that Zürich is the new Berlin. Creative, buzzing, inventive. Possibly right. Probably right. Though sizewise, politically and societally different, the willingness to progress is common. So is the love for design, art and odd bars.
Art is the reason why I at all thought of coming here. Art and all the rest are definetly reasons to return.
Switzerland is deadly. Absolutely wonderful.
Imagine a city clean and beautiful, old and new, well organised and creative as nothing else. Zürich it is.
The airport in Zürich is quiet and calm. People arrive, follow the signs, talk in low voices and get on the train. The train takes you to the baggage claim and main exits. Across the street is the train station from where you 12 minutes later arrive in central Zürich.
Lonely Planet writes that Zürich is the new Berlin. Creative, buzzing, inventive. Possibly right. Probably right. Though sizewise, politically and societally different, the willingness to progress is common. So is the love for design, art and odd bars.
Art is the reason why I at all thought of coming here. Art and all the rest are definetly reasons to return.
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