La mission suisse So far I have not climbed in Switzerland referred to as "Italian" Lugano. But work is work :-), and last Sunday evening, I drove off for two days in Kresier that two steps away from Lausanne. The first night vengeance pouring rain, and I wished I had brought with him no jacket. The train was flying rapidly disappearing for a long time in the tunnels of the Alps. In one of these tunnels, he was as much as 20 minutes if not longer, at full speed, and I thought, how come you can dig such a long tunnel and how much time he dug. When we emerged, we were already in Switzerland.
God, what is happiness - to be able to construct simple sentences in French! In the taxi on Chekin in the hotel - turns out it's not hard! It turned out so smoothly that I was ready to jump on one leg for joy.
On the first evening the hotel met with John from the English office MakDonalsa. He also participated in our summit. I went down to dinner and just met him face to face. It turns out that he had just arrived and did looking for me. "Oh, you're in full dress!" Of course, I even put on a necklace. John was in the jacket, I came, and turn-Shafei: "Come, I'll give you a beer." And although I initially was going to a restaurant, but decided a long time attributed to him and sat at the bar.
"Mademoiselle, une bière, s'il vous plaît", I blurted out.
"Comme ça?" - Specified Mademoiselle, look pointing to a hefty mug, which John had almost emptied.
"Oui, merci" - What Am I weak?
By slightly red bleary-eyed John, I realized that this is not the first portion. However, he himself explained what was happening. And I thought what he had to come to us rests in Milan to discuss one important document and prefers to limit konferens-kolami. It's simple: he does not like to fly. And not even so much flying. His infuriates and tiring all this pre-flight confusion (see
here ). So he nazyukalsya "how to" before and during the flight. From the nerves. He decided to continue until the fall.
focus on John, I drew more attention to his arrival at the workshop a couple of months ago in our Milan office. There is something very intimate and familiar. Later, the next day, at dinner, I told him that his accent reminds me of Neil Tennant. "Of course, I have not heard you sing ..." - "Oh no, I do not sing!"
also accent other similarities with the famous lead vocalist, John no. Moreover, he speaks very difficult. Builds phrases too artsy way. The more sober, the pretentiousness. Under the influence of its language became confused, but more simple phrases. However, despite its nazyukannost, he never lost his sense of humor.
"I've seen weather forecasts", "I said to one of the resulting pauses, when we relocated on the couch at the table. "They said we may expect thirty degrees tomorrow"
"Too much ..."
Or this. Watch how cleverly and very quietly German Switzerland (Brig) goes into the French (Montreux), I noticed:
"They are German and suddenly they are French. I'm not sure they all speak all three languages. I wonder how they manage ..."
"They're trying ...", was the reply.
as "Italian", I can not mention the food. The restaurant I chose the salad and veal fillet. Fillet was excellent. John took an omelet with bacon, which he had just scratch, but almost did not eat. He just kept saying that tomorrow I'll work on it.
"I want you to do some things for me tomorrow ... lots of things "
" What things? Make me the list, anyway "
" Nice response. Lots of things ... First of all ...", then it unintelligible muttering became quite illegible.
"Excuse me?"
"You have to ...", and then gibberish of sounds.
" I'm afraid I didn't get your last words ... "
" Never mind ", said John shook his head.
He apologized, got up and said he would go look for a toilet. I saw that he walked toward the reception, then back, then again at the reception, Then the waiter came up to me afterwards: "I guess I need your help". I said the waiter, where the toilet and nearly drove John to the place. After he returned, he sighed and finished the dinner alone. A bottle of Chablis was left unfinished. "My friend does not like air travel," I apologized, self-generated the phrase "peur d'avion", when the waiter brought the check. "No problems, "smiled the boy." Dear, dear, "I thought," I would be here and talked to you in French, so you're nice "
I went to him and he found John in the door of his room. Helped him to insert the card into the door lock. "I'm drunk", File Type, John. "It's okay. Goodnight and see you tomorrow"
work the next day fine. System test was "a great success." I am convinced that many Swiss (from attending) speak German and French. After a busy day Markus (MCD Swiss manager, responsible for the implementation of our project) we rode on his "audit" to dinner at a restaurant with a terrace on the shores of Lake Geneva. Fondu was like fondu, but what a view! This is crazy bright green! And the lake - not a lake, and sea! And in general all somehow a human being, I would even say in bozheski around. Clear! How, then, especially the gray, dirty, dull and monotonous after this is Milan, horror! And what young people around! Health and shines on the pink cheeks. Golden or ruddy skin, blood and milk. It will not bleach the sun, and smeared with several layers of leather tanning Italians. However, what else could I think, if the table it was about work, then about football, golf and Formula 1.
Upon returning to the hotel I asked John to continue with beer, which he gladly agreed and we sat until after midnight. Bar nearly put out the light, and we continued to talk about any nonsense. Italians, British, about who and where he worked with before. Beer. We missed three healthy mugs! It turned out that John did not scruple to watch the Eurovision: "Nietzsche as songs, sometimes interesting." I told him that usually pumped in a record version of the BBC 2. "Uh, yes, there is Terry Wogan. "Exactly," I said, "because of him and extort"
second day was more fussy. I had to run a lot. In the truest sense. From corner to corner. Because the equipment was placed not very concentrated. But with the background to the right, and later I was driving pleased Marcus to the station. On the platform noticed an interesting thing you've never met in Italy: Staciona workers explained to passengers, where a train in which they car, almost brought the arm to the car, while women and elderly passengers to get up and helped plunge the luggage. And it was the usual regional train to Montreux!
In one of the two nights spent in Kresiere, I flipped the channels in the room. Heap of French, German and Italian (all three RAI) channels. At MCM in almost infinite rotation has been here such a clip. Are graduates of the last French
La nouvelle star gathered together to sing. Song
3eme sexe , as it turned out, is not new: it was / is such a group -
Indochine (I'm not in the subject, and the MCM and M6 Music in our village, no). But what kind of protest! Yes, and affectionate chorus:
Et on se prend la main
Et on se prend la main
une fille au masculin
un garçon au féminin
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