Welkom/Bienvenue/Bien venuto/Bine ati venit

I posted so much bad stuff here, it is my duty to post the good things as well.

A day that started with pain got better with every hour. The two past days have proven me again, that when the pain comes, I cannot switch it off just easily, but I can patch it to a certain extend.

I went for a great coffee chat with Sue in the afternoon today. We talked about so many things. But what stayed in my mind was that we found out how much of our parents' cultures has remained in us, despite being so well assimilated into Swiss society. A funny point was the question: "If Switzerland plays football against your country of origin, which team do you support?"
I actually support Switzerland in football, as the other way round it would be nothing but wasting hope. But in general in most sports my two home countries do not meet on a high level. Always one clearly outperforms the other, no matter if it is water polo, fencing, swimming and canoeing (Hungary) or tennis, football, sailing and skiing (Switzerland).
For Sue it was different.

After the coffee I went again to the hospital, not for my checkup (I already had two this week) but to visit my friend again, whose meningitis infection made a comeback. So again he is hanging on the infusion.

Last but not least I attended the info evening of the EURO2008 volunteer organization. We were told some general information about the event and our mission and basics in the languages of the teams hosted (e. g. "Hup Holland hup/Allez les bleus/Forza Italia/Haide Romania") as well as basics in politeness and customer care.
I realized, that I actually am the best volunteer for this event possible. My medication avoids me from feeling hunger and pushes my blood pressure on a level which keeps me working without getting exhausted until I decide to take the other medication that makes me fall asleep. Ok, I have the memory of a goldfish, but I can still keep sentences like "Goeden dag/Bonjour/Buon giorno/Buna ziu" in my head.
Once the information event was over, they asked for volunteers who could help finishing the "volunteer welcome packages". They are to be picked up tomorrow. I remembered having done this task once for another organisation.
Anyway, the task had originally been delegated to a high school class from Winterthur, who had joint the EURO 2008 OC as a school project. When I was in high school, we went to Celerina/GR
up in the Alps, and my project made me climb mountains measuring the 24 hour temperature curve between 1800 and 2200m above Sea level.
Today's kids have an easier life (I feel old writing this), but at least I taught them some Bernese while helping them ("Iuh heisst ja uf Bärndütsch!"). I remember not learning any Rumantsch in my week in Schlarigna.
Preparing the packages I happened to find my own. But I'll have to pick it up tomorrow as all the others. I even found the packages of two people I know and who also joint the volunteer team. I could not refrain from putting a greeting note into the one of one of them. He is not reading this blog, hence I can share it here as a secret. Anna, Simone, don't even think about telling him!