
The world seems to be falling apart after Donald Trump’s announcements. The only thing that seems to remain constant is the steady change, and processing all this news takes quite a bit of effort. Last Thursday, I listened to those who receive a lot of information firsthand. Federal Councillor Rösti was slightly delayed because he was still in a session of the Federal Council, which was discussing the announcement regarding new customs tariffs before he could share what the Federal Council’s response would be. Seco Director Helen Budliger talked about her recent trip to America, where she met with the Trump administration. Serge Gaillard was considering what this could mean for Switzerland. I spent the whole day talking with smart and experienced people, discussing with some affected entrepreneurs, and listening to the gigantic amounts that could potentially be lost.
Honestly, I haven’t had such an exciting and educational day (without any breaks) in a long time. In the evening, as soon as my head touched the pillow, I fell asleep as if throwing a stone into water. However, that was not possible last Thursday. My mind was running at full speed, thinking through different scenarios from a global perspective, searching for solutions for some of my clients, and finally, I had to think about what all of this meant for me personally. At 2 a.m., I got up because it was clear that sleep wasn’t going to come easily. Still, I thought that, despite all the turbulence caused by Donald Trump’s announcement about tariffs, it could only cause limited damage to me personally, apart from a lot of work. What a privilege! How must those sleep who fear for their job, pension, or entire existence? After a night like that, one is shredded. But it wasn’t like that on Friday. I had an early appointment in the morning and had to leave the house early. On the night from Thursday to Friday, I probably only slept 2–3 hours, but my body didn’t feel tired at all. I was awake and alert as if I had slept the whole night or taken a large dose of stimulants. Some hormone in my body must have put me in a small “manic phase,” and my energy seemed endless. You can be mistaken! On Friday afternoon, I unexpectedly fell asleep on the train and slept so deeply that I missed my stop by one station. At least it was just one, and I didn’t end up at the final station or in some endless loop, God knows where.

On Saturday morning, I had planned a hike to Etzel. As worn out as I was on Friday evening, I thought it wasn’t a good idea. But it turned out to be the best thing that could have happened to me. Etzel is a mountain between Lake Zurich and Lake Sihl in the canton of Schwyz. The summit is 1,098 meters high, and if you start from the Pfäffikon train station, that means starting at 412 meters above sea level. That’s a very steep 600 meters to the summit. I must admit that the steep climb to the top is not suitable for a lively conversation when hiking in pairs. You need your breath, and speaking is unthinkable on parts of this steep stretch. But the path is simply wonderful. The thoughts are only about the here and now, and it’s very connected to nature. Along the way, you can see the quarry from which the granite sandstone for the renovation of Einsiedeln Abbey and the Devil’s Bridge was used. Between 1947 and 1953, stone blocks were hewn by hand, without any machines, using hand chisels and wedges, and then transported by carts with winches into the valley. It’s fascinating to imagine how the people managed that back then.

Or you can visit the Etzel East Fortress Museum, part of the Redoubt built during World War II. The once secret fortification had the task of sealing off access via the old pilgrim’s path to Einsiedeln. In the forest, you can see the tank barriers that were supposed to make it difficult or impossible for military vehicles to pass.
At the summit, you are rewarded with a magnificent view on all sides, and if you sit in the sun, the moment finally comes to peacefully reflect on the turbulence that Donald Trump has caused across the planet. On the mountaintop, the turbulence becomes relativized, and peace finally rises into the soul, along with the understanding that there are more important things than worrying about the rapidly changing announcements from Washington DC.
For peace of mind and good sleep, I can only recommend a trip to Etzel.










