Inkognito

Yesterday I had one of the coolest jobs ever. The city of Bern and its Tourism Department in particular have spend a huge amount of time and money to train shop owners, taxi drivers, police, railway employees and many more in welcoming the football fanatics from allover Europe that come to town these days with a maximum of hospitality. As the impact of the campaign must be measured someone has to has to test the Bernese hosts if they do their job well or not. Guess who this someone was yesterday.

So me and a colleague disguised with oranje-shirts and other Dutch accessories and walked up and down the old town, asking police in bad English how to get to the stadium the fastest or in unSwissly clear German where to report my purse stolen. We tested the ladies working in the tourist info if they knew the next bus to Grächwil (they had no clue where it was) and challenged the work attitude of many more employees of the transport companies. It is funny to ask for direction like a lost tourist in a city that you know like the own pocket.
Surprisingly, our fake identity was never given away, despite being the only "Oranjes" in town without a beer in our hands.

Meanwhile my body calls for food after refusing it for some time. Like regularly in the past week already, I again had a "food-attack". Last night I ate 550g of lemon-sorbet, half a pack of chips and half a chocolate bar, additionally to my three daily meals. Telling Tristan about my appetite and regime he asked reproachfully if it also happened that I ate an apple once in a while.
Today doing my food shopping I remembered his advice. So back home I ate again half a kilo of sorbet, chips, chocolate - and an apple.