Three years ago, I was on the road heading towards Morocco, ready to embark on what promised to be an unforgettable adventure. As I travelled along the Catalan coast, with the Balearic Islands on the horizon, the sense of excitement was at its peak. A year ago, at this time, I was recovering in hospital from one of many operations. During that procedure, the plates were removed following a second staphylococcal infection. This week, Deniz stayed with me during his school
Yesterday, Wednesday, I had an appointment with my surgeon. There are some medical appointments one actually looks forward to, almost like a school trip. This was one of them. My surgeon, Professor Krause, was finally going to free me from my cast, or at least, that was what I was hoping. The idea of regaining some mobility, even partial and with the help of simple crutches, had put me in a state of anticipation I wouldn’t have thought possible for an orthopaedic consultation
Today, on this Good Friday, Switzerland moves at a slower pace. In most cantons, it is a public holiday. The sky is clear, the light is beautiful, yet the air remains cool, one of those early spring days that gently invites you outdoors. Around midday, Deniz arrives. Without wasting any time, he gets to work in the garden. The objective for the afternoon is clear: to prepare the beds for planting vegetables. The soil is still compact after the winter, but it is beginning to l
