I was starting to feel a little strung out and in need of fresh air from the perpetual CNN-watching here. So I walked down to the bank in between Zooms to get cash for the cleaning guy.
Passing the
newspaper stand, I noticed with relief that the headline had nothing to do with
the election, but instead was about whether the cantons or the communes should
pay for something-or-other. In
Switzerland, power and resources are generally devolved as locally as possible. To wit: around 80% of the taxes I pay go to
the canton or commune, and only 20% go the federal government. If you asked a random Swiss person on the
street who the head of the federal government is, chances are they would have
no idea. I couldn’t tell you who it is right
now either. (ed: It’s Simonetta Sommaruga from Aargau, member of the Conseil Fédéral (and educated
as a classical pianist), who is currently serving her one-year rotation as President
of the Confederation.)
On the way back
from the bank, I picked up a few things at the grocery store. I still had a little time before my next
meeting, so I took the long way home to pass by the Tour de Champel, where I planned on sitting and eating a ham and cheese croissant. The tower itself is fenced off for
renovations, and the lone park bench in the grassy area next to it was occupied
by a woman, speaking animatedly. As I
approached, I could hear that it was an American woman. “I’M SITTING THERE *CRYING,* AND YOU’RE
TELLING ME OFF!” I heard her yell to the man who stood in front of her, indicating
to her left with a straightened arm, as if she were making a left-turn signal while
riding a bicycle.
My first
instinct was to approach her and say don’t worry it will be okay the election
seems to be trending in the right direction, but I quickly discarded this idea
and diverted to the grassy area across the street from our apartment. I sat on a park bench and watched the birds
and ate. I made the tactical error of
removing the croissant from the small paper bag, so I ended up with crumbs all
down the front of my jacket.
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