A small Swiss town, a river running through its centre: A green river through a red town. Fast and slow at once; ancient and modern.
“Yes or No” doesn’t tell anyone anything about what kind of “yes” or what kind of “no” any given voter wants.
We cannot extract that data, no matter how much we want to.
The kitchen was well stocked, and I cooked us the first of what we hoped would be many meals in the peace and calm of our new-found bolt-hole. The larder had been stocked well, and we put any thoughts of cannibalism from our minds.
My partner has no interest in going to the United States, but I would go tomorrow if you let me. I’m no longer in a position to do solo travelling, but that’s the life I have chosen.
Another adventure in the newest sci-fi dystopia serialisation of a story which will not be seen in a cinema near you.
The whole point – or so we were told – of visiting Jungfraujoch was the view. 360 degrees of some of the most spectacular views in all of Europe; or nothing at all.
I’m not bad with languages. I can pick up enough to cover the basics, and get by. I don’t speak German, but I do have enough to buy a sausage or a pretzel. Actually, no: that’s a lie.