I can’t do without her. She comes once a week, sweeps through my apartment like a whirlwind, and gets everything back in order. She looks amazing, and the few times we’ve been out together, men have turned their heads to look at her. She is simply unmissable.

She is always in a good mood; the glass is never half empty but almost full. Despite working a lot and raising two children, I always feel that she has a wonderful grip on the work-life balance. She doesn’t own much, but what she does own is stylish, and she can make a lot out of almost nothing. Additionally, as a trained pastry chef, she bakes and cooks wonderfully and has stayed as slim as a bean.

She earns her own money, has her own opinions, and always finds a way to solve any problem. When she was looking for a small apartment for herself after her divorce, I was very skeptical because, with her budget, finding an affordable apartment in the Zug area seemed almost impossible. And behold, a family she also supports owns several multi-family houses in Zug, and thanks to her work, she quickly got a smaller, affordable apartment from them.

During the times of working from home, we’ve encountered each other more often since Corona. She comes from Brno, Czech Republic, and besides Czech, she speaks very passable German. About half a year ago, someone called her, and she spoke fluent Italian. I was amazed and found out that she speaks Italian very well. She learned it as a young girl from her then-boyfriend. But that was just the beginning of her language skills. I began to take an interest in what else she could do. It turned out that she is a linguistic talent. She also speaks Russian, Serbian, Slovenian, and Greek. I was astonished by her Greek and found out that she loves Greek music and likes to dance Greek dances, and “along the way” learned the language. I can only dream of something like that.

This morning, when she arrived, she asked if I had 5 minutes. I actually didn’t have time but didn’t want to be rude. She played a Greek song for me and showed me the dance steps. In the end, we danced a Greek dance hand in hand in my kitchen for 15 minutes, and it was probably the best 15 minutes of the day. What could be better than dancing a Greek line dance together in your kitchen on a Friday morning? I think about her from time to time. What would her fate have been if she had had parents who motivated and supported her to pursue higher education, and if she had lived in an environment that encouraged her talents? Maybe she would have more material wealth and less time to dance. I appreciate her greatly and believe that she is wonderful just the way she is.