In Switzerland, everybody with a garden owns one of these dark green, ugly containers. Every week, these containers are being rolled to the street. Every week, the garbage truck takes the green, compostable goods out of these ugly creatures.
Everything is so clean and cozy in Switzerland. You cannot believe it before you’ve seen it or if you’re Swiss and you’ve travelled to other countries.
I like cleanliness but I felt sorry for our container being so normal and nothing beautiful. Now, it became a little piece of art or an own personal identity.
But meanwhile, I realized that there are not only green containers in Switzerland. They are yellow, and they take old newspaper. Or they are brown, and they serve for cardboard. Or they are black, and they should be used for normal garbage bags.
Green, yellow, brown and black.
It’s complicated. It’s very complicated. I know.
Our container is lime-green, blue and pink and has golden wheels. The garbage people will be confused. Or will they give it a little smile?
I hope so.
Or do you think I’d have to repaint the container and turn it into dark green again?
Everything is possible in standardized Switzerland.
In case, I would let you know.
My boys are teaching me – among a lot of things – one important thing: being open.
Being open for new experiences, new people, new places, new tastes, new colors, new feelings.
For example, I’ve never dreamt of going fishing, cleaning fishes and cooking them. And when you open our fridge right now, you find living mealworms. Thanks, Big Boy.
Or I didn’t have any experience in my childhood with playing with legos. But it feels satisfying lying on the floor of the living-room and putting together a VW bus of at least 10’000 pieces.
Or I wasn’t the typical game player when I was younger. But now I’m spending hours by playing Uno or Rummikub with Little Boy.
Being open isn’t an easy thing to do. But it gives me much more in return. And there will be more experiences in the future I’ve never dreamt of. I’m sure and open.
Life is like an explosion. It starts like a normal Monday. But it wasn’t a normal day.
I am sure you had your normal Monday coming back to work from the weekend, a bit lazy and still dreaming of doing nothing.
Me instead, for the first time in my life since I finished my studies, I started my Monday without being engaged by a company.
For the first time, I am free, working for the people I like to.
You might say: Okay, so what….
You’re right. But after nearly 20 years, it’s very special to me.
Life is like a firework. Don’t you know these kinds of passages in your life?
If not, remember me: suddenly, there will be an unexpected explosion you never dreamt of and your life will change.
Don’t ask me what will come after the explosion. I don’t know either at the moment.
When I was as old as my little boy, nine years old, I was a quiet, timid girl being very afraid of talking to other people than my family and blushing when I had to talk to the teacher during the classes.
I don’t know how I survived so many displeasing situations in the public because I was so shy having tears always quickly at hand, which made me more timid and I hated it so much.
How did I become so courageous to speak out in public and to write critiques for newspapers?
Little boy won’t have any problems. The world belongs to him.
Some people get this capability for free; some people have to work for it hard as I had to.
I am happy for all the people who are like my little boy.