I knew this day will come. The day the people are more friendly and tolerant. The day you were nervous as ever. You can say what you want, but during the lock downs, the most people have applied for each other a lot of understanding, and it was often a Smile at the shop and on the road. The I felt, at least in the city of Zurich. And it felt good. Some of the few that felt good.
And that is why now also the day that I not only harmonious and sensitive columns, can write. By calling the Turks hunting cats, great mom’s and Granny’s pigeons. At least I know now, with certainty, what can make me nervous so that will always fill in these lines. Man! Where: Stop! There is, however, the sentence “The man is good, people are bad”? By The Austrian Johann Nepomuk Nestroy? (Nepomuk, what a Name!) or from the German of Erich Kästner?
So, it was as follows: Last weekend, we wanted to walk. Okay, the weather was good, and it was whit Monday. Okay, we peeled to late from the feathers. When we arrived in the Canton of Glarus, stood as a Roadblock and a traffic cadet (what a funny word!). “You’re in luck,” said the orange man. “There are seven Parking spaces have become vacant. You are allowed to drive.” As it dawned on us: The people are back on tour. As we drove the curvy road to the lake, we took with three “Stöppler” that had to get out of their cars. Two hours of the climb would have taken – before the actual hike. The man had a Baby on the hump.
The hike was great. On the steep Route, we were virtually alone. But then we crossed back to the people. And when you Down the narrow, winding road. A came from below, like, really fast off the road, half on our side. We were able to Dodge it. He shouted from the window: “Pick up d Fressi!”, and hit the Gas. Yes, the people that I missed!
