full moon at Goldern/Hasliberg

After the night in the hotel with the whirlpool we drove up to Lauterbrunnen, of which they say that it is the most beautiful mountain town of Switzerland.

Well. It's nice, yes. But actually it is mainly one street full, but really stuffed with us and other tourists, with the typical Swiss chalets, adorned with flowers, one souvenir shop after the other... In fact this kind of houses and decoration is so very Swiss that you see it everywhere you go in the Swiss alps without the need to visit a purely touristic place. And if, then others (like Zermatt, for example) seem much more beautiful and interesting to me. 

Now, I am Swiss. As probably everybody in the world, I developed a certain "allergy" against the folklorist and exaggerated super typical characteristics and stereotypes about my country. It's a bit like with chocolate: even if you love it and with the best chocolate, in some moment enough is enough and after having an overdose you don't even want to smell it... This describes a bit my feelings in Lauterbrunnen: too much.

Lauterbrunnen is situated like in a deep hole between high mountains. Wherever you look, you look against a wall. Beautiful, if you love mountains, but there is no horizon, and in Switzerland we use to say that the horizon of the people who live in such places is about as short as their view... We didn't have contact to anybody in the short hour or two we were there, and actually I don't know if anybody lives there, except the seasonal staff of the restaurants and souvenir shops, selling the same kind of Chinese fridge magnets, just with another emblem...

There is also the "highest waterfall of Europe". I don't know if it is because 2022 is a dry year, but there was not a lot of water falling down. It was more like a shy runnel. 

Maybe in another season it can be impressive, so if ever you want to visit Lauterbrunnen, check how the water situation is and in any case just go there for a short excursion. It's not a place to stay. I didn't even take a photo.

We didn't stay. We drove to Goldern/Hasliberg and at night I woke up by the light of an impressive full moon. I know it is not a very good photo, I was half a sleep and took it directly from the bed. Seconds after the photo the moon disappeared behind the mountains, and I disappeared again in my dreams...

Hasliberg is a very lovely Swiss mountains place. The landscape if soft and round (yes, it seems female to me), the higher mountains are quite far away on he other side of the valley.

But Goldern/Hasliberg is a very special place for me because there I spent the probably most important years of my youth, precisely in boarding school Ecole d'humanité, which is a very special, very liberal, very free and very international school. 

It is where I learned for life, as well the common school subjects (in an university- like free manner in small classes), but also living together with very different people from all of the world in an open-minded, friendly environment. There were kids of rich families for example of the United States who could afford to educate their children in Switzerland, but also normal or even kind of poor people, like myself (I had a scholarship from the state). 

There were kids from literally all over the world, many very talented. I shared the same years, for example, with Hans Zimmer, "Hansi" at that time, a German boy who entertained us (and especially the girls...) with his fantastic piano play, and who now lives, as much as I know, in Los Angeles where he produces music for cinema movies, like the last James Bond, Lion King, Rainman etc. He won some Oscars. There are many others that turned into super stars. Lots of artists.

My very first, very innocent, sexual experience was with a lovely Latina girl from Peru, if I remember correctly. I remember her dense dark bush and the humidity that in that moment surprised me... The girl who stole me my virginity was the daughter of a famous french writer who's autobiographic book 1973 was made into an extremely successful film with two of the most renown actors of the time. My first big love was a wonderful girl from Switzerland, slim with big breasts, blonde and very hairy, on the arms, the neck, the belly and below, of course. Is this where my love for hairy women has it's origin?

I was in hot love with an US-American girl who (this is actually almost all I remember about her, apart of her name) was very slim and had very short, very sexy jeans shorts that emphasized her round little bum and let look out some of her blonde pubic hair on the front side. At those times such shorts, as they are common now, were something very special - and irresistible for me, even more knowing what they contained.

I had a very stimulating adventure with an comparatively old girl, she for sure had 17 years then, from Greece.

Also my closer friends came from all over the world. Germany, United States, Yugoslavia... my dearest teacher was a black American with a wonderful voice and an even warmer heart - he made us learn the lyrics of Janis Joplin songs in the English classes and how to pronounce "Mercedes Benz" in her manner...

This so very international experience during my adolescence was and is very important for my view of people from different countries and religions. All come with their own cultural background, which is, as I learned, nothing to fear or even to fight, but something interesting, enriching. I learned that nationality, "race" or ethnic heritage doesn't make any difference in the value of a human, that the good and the bad ones are equally distributed everywhere.

I know that not every US-American guy comes around the corner with a gun it its hand to kill me while eating a double-big-mac without taking out the bubble gum. I know that not every Latina girl is sexy as hell and has nothing else in her mind than to find a rich European sugar daddy. But I also know that not every Russian comes drunken from Vodka and with the aim to destroy our system. 

I know that most of the people on this earth could be my friends.

Well, sorry for this excursion. Unfortunately the Ecole was empty form summer vacations, but the place itself has a magic effect on me. I felt very happy.