I am slowly losing my belief in anything, so many disappointments: things happening but are not happening. Last week we returned from a shopping trip and discovered 2 men fitting our long lost blinds to the window. They were not lost, just removed since April, as they would no longer fit our newly renovated window fronts which were much better, with thicker isolation. These new replacement blinds have now been hanging on our back windows waiting for something to happen.
In the meanwhile the blind men (the men that fix the blinds I mean of course) disappeared for a week, but today they returned. As you can see in the photo they are again busy fitting blinds. We now have blinds fixed and hovering at the top of all windows. They are immovable, just a decoration. I am defnitely getting a touch of claustraphobia by this new appearance. However, we can see them so they must be there.
Mr. Swiss bravely asked the men when the job will be completed. We were informed that the winding handles will be fitted on Friday. Did we believe them? We wanted to. On Friday we will be away for a couple of hours in the morning for the week-end shopping and they might then want to enter our home for the inside fixtures, too bad. I would add that the blinds do not belong to the renovation work but there will be a separate invoice, because they are our personal possessions.
Even Father Christmas was a better deal. He arrived every year and filled up my pillow case with all sorts of goodies. Funny how he knew what I wanted. One night, between 24th and 25th December I awoke to a strange sound at the bottom of my bed. He had arrived, but he looked just like my mum and dad. Seeing is believing and I think that was the Christmas when most of my firm beliefs had been undermined.
When I arrived in Switzerland I discovered that this deceit was carried even futher. First of all Santa arrives already on the 24th December in the afternoon. If you do it the right way, the parents shut the children out of the living room and drag the Christmas tree in from some hidden place and begin to decorate it: after all the kids are just an extra. The final touches are put to the tree with the gifts and eventually someone rings a bell, either mum or dad, but actually it is the “Christkindli” which translated would be Christ child. At the sound of the bell the kids enter and are are convinced that the tree arrived by magical transfer. Santa? Who is he, he had already put in his appearance on 6th December with a bag of nuts and Christmas sweets.
You cannot even believe in the Christmas man, not to mention the blind fitters. My dad was convinced only to believe what he saw. One of his stories from the second world war in Italy was when the ground caved in after a bombing attack and disclosed a whole cellar full of wine bottles. He believed, he saw and apparently a regiment of english soldiers could hardly believe their eyes, so they had to taste the wine to see if it was real. The local owner of the land was not so happy, because he also believed what he saw.