Schweiz

It's raining...but it's a quiet lull. I am in a thick, clean apartment with white walls that are solid like bunkers. The windows are dense and quiet. The floors are clean wood that don't resonate when you walk on them. There's a machine in the kitchen that makes bubbled water, poured straight from the tap, that tastes as good as Badoit. The fixtures are beautiful. The tram comes every six minutes. I am in Switzerland.