Living in a rural village outside of Zurich has its advantages. For instance, you will be greeted by almost everyone when roaming around the village. May it be on your way to the supermarket or to the train station: most of the people, regardless whether they actually know you or not, will greet you with a quick but friendly “Gruezi!”. As soon as the little one was born, I was not just greeted with “Gruezi” anymore, but with “Gruezi mitenand!” (which roughly translates into “Good day everybody”). Even with only 2 weeks, the little one was automatically included in the greeting. This is something I very much appreciate in Switzerland and one of the few things I truly missed in Finland.
Three weeks ago, when I was on my way to the train station in order to catch the plane to Germany, packed with my backpack, a small daypack, the little one’s diaper bag and the little one in her stroller, I apparently lost the little one’s jacket. Today I got it back. Because some kind-hearted soul found the jacket on the street and put it on a pillar. And when my friend walked down the street, she saw the wet jacket in the rain and thought that it looks like one of the little one’s jackets. So she took it home and sent me a message whether we lost it. Today she showed it to me and it was indeed our jacket – with all the wedding excitement and the warm weather I hadn’t even noticed that it was missing. If I had noticed it, I would have never thought that I would get it back after three weeks. I like living in a village!
Ps: The fact that the jacket was immediately recognised as being the little one’s made Karsten wonder whether we dress her too unconventional….