Life in the chocolate factory - Swiss Country Villages
Ever seen one of those westerns where there’s the ghost town and to give the viewers a sense of the emptiness and desolation, a tumble weed rolls lazily down through the main street? That is a Swiss village on a Sunday. Not a car to be seen. No kids playing soccer in the street or games in the park or throwing a stick for the dog to catch. Not even someone washing the family car (actually it is against the law to wash your car with the hose on a Sunday in Switzerland. Don’t ask …). Nothing. It’s silent. Empty.
What do they do? Where do they go? Are they all inside asleep or are they watching the TV in a marathon sitting?
It’s like those other films where the day after the neutron bomb has been dropped all the people are gone but the houses are still standing perfectly intact but eerily quiet.
It’s weird.
Ever seen one of those westerns where there’s the ghost town and to give the viewers a sense of the emptiness and desolation, a tumble weed rolls lazily down through the main street? That is a Swiss village on a Sunday. Not a car to be seen. No kids playing soccer in the street or games in the park or throwing a stick for the dog to catch. Not even someone washing the family car (actually it is against the law to wash your car with the hose on a Sunday in Switzerland. Don’t ask …). Nothing. It’s silent. Empty.
What do they do? Where do they go? Are they all inside asleep or are they watching the TV in a marathon sitting?
It’s like those other films where the day after the neutron bomb has been dropped all the people are gone but the houses are still standing perfectly intact but eerily quiet.
It’s weird.
posted by Captain Nemo at 3:36 pm
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