It came to pass, about a year ago, that our local council made a decision. After a walk through the village, and perhaps a drive on the main road, nothing was good enough and so the men in the office sat at their drawing boards and began to plan. It was a nice plan, everthing neat and tidy and so they submitted the plan to the powers that decide. They used some colours to show the differences between nice and not so nice.
Some time in Summer they arrived with the machines. They were noisy machines. After a month traffic was banned on one side of the road. This had the result that the population of the next village along the road could no longer visit our village. We could visit their village, because that side of the road was still open: yes it was a one-sided communication. We were lucky, We were living on the edge of the village where the road was left open on both sides and so we did not have to take the scenic route to arrive at the supermarket. However somewhere a mistake slipped into the pattern of thought. Whilst the construction team were busy banning the traffic on one side of the road, they got carried away and it so happened that there was no longer a possiblity to cross to arrive at the other side.
There is a question we all know: why did the chicken cross the road, to get to the other side. There are chickens living on the other side of the road, Harold and and his flock of 40-50 females that supply fresh eggs to the village if you care to buy some. However, our side of the village main road could no longer buy fresh eggs, because the path over the road was banned, blocked. There was a possiblity however. If I cared to take a 10-15 minute walk I would reach a tunnel beneath the main road. I would succeed in crossing the road, but would have another 10-15 minute walk af leaving the exist to the tunnel on the other side of the road to arrive at the path leading to the egg farm. It would be another 5 minutes and Harold and his merry chickens would welcome me to buy some fresh farm eggs. There are some things that the experts do not take into consideration. A five minute drive to the supermarket and I could buy eggs with no problem, although perhaps not so good and fresh as those from the local production.
And so this continued throughout the Summer. Now we have Autumn and for a week we could cross the road. The barriers were taken away and all the golden oldies, like myself, were moving around the village. There was no longer problems with climbing over dangerous barriers, we could walk normally, although now the traffic was relased to both sides of the road, so you had to be careful that you could fit in between the oncoming cars without rising your life.
This all happened two weeks ago, and now the cars are speeding along the road, the next village can visit our village and I was even told by one of the shop assitants in the store that she needs at least 15 minutes less to arrive at work. This is all very good, but the barrier has reappeared again and we cannot cross the road. We live in a so-called free country. I can take a half hour drive and arrive in part of Switzerland where only French is spoken – we speak German. 3-4 hours toward the South of Switzerland on the motorway and they speak Italian, we are international. One hour northwards and I am in Germany and France. Only I cannot cross the road to get to the other side. No problem, it seems that in a month, or perhaps two months, definitely by Christmas, everything will be back to normal.
There is only one slight problem: the work will continue on the main road leading into our main town of Solothurn and we will be cut off from communication to this town by the main road: no problem, we can take the route across the private road belonging to the local castle, and even wave at the chickens on the way. Luckily we belong to the selected few that have a special permit for driving along the castle road.