it is March 1st and I have to travel from Zürich to Lausanne and the next day on to Geneva and back home again. I had packed everything in my business rucksack, including pyjamas, gym clothes, toothbrush and computer and thought that I could scoot to the station and then travel on with the train. Continue reading
I was in a hurry. I was late. I hate coming late. I went by car to Winterthur and it was obvious that only a miracle could save me from coming late.
When it comes to speed, I stick to the rules. As always. Internally I am incredibly nervous. Continue reading