Switzerland was an oasis in the catastrophe of the war. I spoke to a man who, as a boy, stood by the swimming lakes on the hill overlooking St. Gallen and could see the bombs fall on Germany, over on the other side of the Bodensee and the Rhine. So in Switzerland the cities survived.

I don't know how a country so small can be so important. How it can be so isolated - only now joining the United Nations - but so central. How a centre of capitalism can be so socialist that shopping is outlawed on Sundays. The country is like a perfect postcard.

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