Zurich, SwitzerlandApril 29
With great satisfaction Andreas Volk checked out his stylish dark blue shoes and perfectly matching belt in the shop window as he walked by. What he saw calmed him.
It had been a long time since he’d felt so at home anywhere as he did here. Zurich was where he belonged. Architecturally, it brought back memories of Hollabrun, but without its repulsive provinciality.
His native language was spoken here, or almost. This language was certainly closer to his native language than Czech. And Zurich was rich. Damned rich. Just about as rich as one would expect one of the most important banking centers in Europe and one of the wealthiest cities in the world to be.
And the people here were well dressed. Damned well dressed. Almost as well dressed as Andreas. Which was
