Zürich, a strangely odd city, yet one of my favorites. On one hand, you have the clockwork-precision trains, the high-finance banks, the hugely expensive jewelry shops with watches that cost more than my house. On the other hand, you have the mix of Swiss, British and Spanish pubs, the hotels with kegs offering free Swiss apple juice, the posters advertising all sorts of rock concerts. Ah, but I will not be back any time soon as I have transferred responsibility for our partnership with a Swiss actives company to one of my colleagues, so for now, I will have to get my fondue fix elsewhere.
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