This strange objet has been standing for approximately 30 years on the edge of our town. I often wheel past it when going to town. It is measuring the quality of the air we breathe and apparently it has improved considerably since being measured. We Swiss are so good at keeping everything under control.
Actually I feel guilty reporting the perfect state of our Swiss air whilst on the other side of the world a continent is burning and animal species are being wiped out in the flames. People are not only losing their homes, but their villages and townships and we can only watch it all happen. Poor Australia, I feel so sorry for you.
RDP Tuesday: Aerate
I no longer chase, but seem to be the one who is chased and today the chase was on. I have just returned from the store after completing my mission of buying food so that we do not starve over the next two days. Time is important for me as I no longer have as much as I did when Mr. Swiss and I shared the daily tasks of life. It is now I, me and myself that does the shopping. Today was a special one as I had to purchase a few items in the mall on the ground floor. This means before the food is dealt with I have to take the lift down. No problem, but when you forget to go to the chemists for Mr. Swiss, which I did, it means repeating the downwards journey.
Eventually I arrived in the supermarket section and began to work through my list, removing the items I had bought. I got to the butchers and there was a young lady with a baby in front of me. She was not European, but Asian. She asked the saleslady if she also spoke French (probably because that is the first foreign language you can expect from a Swiss), but she was out of luck. That was when I asked her if she spoke english. There was a look of gratitude on the Asian lady’s face and she had a few questions concerning the meat.
Afterwards I went on my way, and met her again in the store where we got into a conversation, the result being that we are actually neighbours, not only in the same village, but in the same block. She remarked that I looked very familiar to her.
Of course this all takes time and when I wanted to leave the supermarket in my car, the guy arrived with a new supply of trolleys, blocking the path for everyone, so another 5-10 minutes were added on my time.
And then I was on my way home at last. Just as I was approaching my village the telephone rang in the car. I have one of these connections were you can talk on the phone whilst you are driving – no problem: the problem being that I have not yet discovered how it really works. It is probably quite simple, but I prefer to concentrate on the road and steering wheel than talking on the telephone. Of course it was Mr. Swiss, so I decided to ignore it as I was now approaching my home. I arrived safely with my three bags full of shopping and he said I am not usually so long on my shopping trip. I should really learn how to answer the phone in the car.
RDP Monday: Chase
Who crepuscles, no, it is not me
I leave it to science to do it all to see
Sometimes you get a red sky, Santa Claus is baking
Christmas puddings very fine, the reindeer then awakening
And there are the grey ones, a lid above our head
The crepuscle has then given up, resting on a cloud bed
The sun is going South at last, the moon is not so sure
It is dazzled by a glowing sky and fears for seeing more
Young lovers (and old) are arm in arm, embracing with a kiss
I am gazing through my camera, the beauty not to miss
And then I lay my head to rest giving my bed a hug
Awakening with a new crepuscle, another morning tug
Eight planets revolve around our sun not knowing what they missed
Only earth performs the show, the ninth, with twilight on the list
RDP Tuesday Prompt: Crepuscule
I remember in the Mao Tse Tung days in China when all the workers wore the same clothing, blue serge trousers and jackets in the same style and we in the West felt sorry for them all, having no choice to wear anything else. We even laughed at them. Are we any different? I have noticed that the working colours of the West Europeans have now become orange. If you have a tool in your hand, even a wheelbarrow, then wear orange, and even better with a silver stripe somewhere. It has become the worker’s uniform.
We have a local railway and they are always doing something to it. It functions quite well, but somehow people must be given a job to do. I have noticed that there are always three men working together, dressed in orange of course. One actually works, the second gives instructions and the third looks on to make sure the job is done properly. What a wonderful organisation. Perhaps they were only wearing orange to match the blinds on the hotel rooms behind them.
Even the repair wagons for the workers are orange. This has really become the workers colour, or is it camouflage. There might be a worker leaning on the wagon taking a break, but you will not see him, because he is wearing the same shade of orange. And if he is eating an orange, then you will never find him.
I took this photo yesterday on my way to town: note the orange trouser legs. I believe this man was removing the dirt from the rails: an autumn cleaning session.
Yes, orange is the new worker’s colour.
RDP Tuesday Prompt: Orange
This was an energy packed action if there ever was one. The machine is demolishing an apartment block and I was witness to the action beginning last year in July. We were on the way in the car to the local supermarket which is in a neighbouring village. Mr. Swiss was driving and we both were astonished at the work. These apartments were part of growing up for Mr. Swiss. They were built some time in the fifties and his mother moved there with my husband. He was then a teenager and it was his home for many years. Now we both witnessed their destruction in 2017.
Every time we passed the buildings a little more was being removed, memories that were being demolished. It was quite interesting to see how time changes the surroundings and that everything has its life to lead. We used to live in town in a building that originated in the 1930’s. In those days there were thick walls, monumental designs on the outside and you knew that they were built to last.
It is the corner building and we lived on the first floor. It was old building style and perfect for our family with four kids. There was then more traffic passing, but in the meanwhile new roads had been built relieving the pressure. The rooms were large, four bedrooms and a kitchen with enough room for a banquet, not that we ever had one. The building is still there and has even be renovated in the meanwhile to modernise the kitchen and bathroom.
So back to the building demolition. My photos were from last year in July and now we have September this year: and what do we see?
The finishing touches are being made and in the meanwhile a new estate has been built, replacing the old buildings. The cranes have now been removed. I imagine that the first families will be moving in at the end of the month: September is moving time in our Kanton. In the meanwhile we have bought our own apartment in a nearby village and we even remember them being built, new roads in the village being constructed and taking walks now and again to see the progress. We never imagined we would buy one of the apartments, but the time came when the kids were growing and more independent and it was time for a change. We moved almost 20 years ago and in the meanwhile even our new apartment was fully renovated on the outside last year: new insulation and newly painted.
Today life passes by quickly and nothing is built to last. I wonder if our block will still be standing in 50 years, but as I will not be standing in 50 years it does not really bother me.
RDP Tuesday Prompt: Energy