Chapter 1 - Switzerland

Switzerland – Money money money

Switzerland stinks – of money. Our strange vehicle – a white, corny mercedes, slightly run down and full of unwashed and shorthaired women and with a roof full of plastic bags and plastic canisters tied clumsily to our self-built metal construction rises the eyebrows in the posh and shiny streets of Switzerlands polished small-town streets. A random stranger threatens to call the police, if we dare to stop our car again at the spot where we have left Madita out and had planned to pick her up in a few moments. We have decided to take the Switzerland detour because of a special moneymaking opportunity, which is related to Madita’s companionship and therefore veeery very secret, and which seems to be more lucrative here. It’s our last day of money-making so we are patient and move slowly. Finally we just get down the motorway and ask a farmer’s family if we can pitch our tents under their plum trees. They eye us very suspiciously. The woman asks – how many nights? It surprises me, that she assumes we might plan to move in under their plum trees for anything longer than the night... but I have to admit – we DO look like a gipsy family (I say this in friendship, so please don’t mind the political incorrectness of it). Finally I sweet talk them with my clumsy french into letting us stay (how am I supposed to know, that “nous travaillons” doesn’t mean “we are travelling”???). We are nearly becoming close friends, when granny brings us an extra big jar full of mint tea and cookies out on the lawn. It’s a good night besides the realisation that a one-person tent is not made for 2 and a two-person tent is not made for 3. So we wake up wooden and wet and spend elaborate time at petrol pump on the motorway having a brunch and drying ourselves.

Die dicksten Rathaeuser haben die kleinsten Kassen ;)

Good morning

Ach wat is dat schoen!

Pfannkuchen und Kaiserschmarrn is doch datselbe!