Switzerland has a lot going for it.
One of the world’s safest and most stable countries. No bad history with any of its neighbors (though that whole “we stole millions from Jews in WWII” thing is a pretty large cultural stain). A strong currency. Chocolate, clocks, and fondue. Banks that will very ably hide your money from inquisitive tax inspectors back home.
On the surface, there is no reasonable case to be made there is anything at all imperfect about this country.
Which is exactly my problem with it. It’s too clean. Everything is in place, just so.
The trains and buses all run perfectly on time. The people are that ideal mix of friendly, but not overly familiar. The quaint mountain villages are exactly as if they came off the movie screen and into real life.
It’s all just a little too perfect.
Perfection has its place in the world, but it makes me queasy, as if I was in a horror movie but not able to hear the foreboding music.
Don’t get me wrong; I like Switzerland (as I like most places). But while I do generally like places where things work and run on time, every time I go to Switzerland I just wish a little something would go wrong or not according to plan.
I’d love to see a little less of pedestrians waiting at the stoplights, as if they were in Germany.
It would be great to have an occasional power outage or even a train arriving ten minutes late.
If anything, just to see how they’d react to the unusual.