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Tired, but still buzzing. I decide to take the stairs instead of the lift. Another 100 steps or so will make no difference. Besides, It’s a nice staircase. Was that red carpet placed especially for me? For my days achievements! I pretend it was ... |
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I look up and admire the construction. Decorative wrought-iron spiraling endlessly, or so it seems. Who designed this? And when? This thing was built to last, that's certain. How long has it been here I wonder. It's solid underfoot and I guess is as good now as it ever was ... |
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I feel I should have done this more often. This floor is very different to mine so I walk around a little. There's a strange combination of decor, antique chairs, childrens paintings, even a Coke vending machine. Anywhere else some of these things would be out of place, like left-over props from a movie, but here it all seems part of a concept. A philosophy even. It's cheeky, bold, and charming ... |
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Despite my tiredness, I spend as much time digesting the other floors en-route to an overdue shower. More surprises await. A giant old sled? Who rode it arouses less curiosity than how such a large thing was ever pulled by animals, which leads me to wonder which mythical giant pulled it up all those stairs! ... |
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Old posters from the area - I didn't even know the Swiss had heard of cricket, let alone played it and, of course, on ice! ... |
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Finally to my room, the 'Pure Nature Suite'. I'm alone. Eva is not back from her hiking trip. I'm happy to be alone, at least for now. After a steaming shower I lay on the large bed and let the warm evening glow take charge ... |
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The decor makes so much sense in natural light. The pillow reminds me of the bean-bag I sat in as a child. It always fits, as if it was made to measure, like a good suit ... |
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The city, the office, the cars trying to kill me as I ride there and back. It all seems so far away, like those memories are not mine but something I saw on TV or given to me in a notebook so I can make comparisons with this place ... |
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I re-live the day. The concentration of the downhill is the foremost achievement. I was 'in the zone'. That doesn't happen often. I feel every part of my body, and I embrace it. I'm proud. Exhausted and proud. |
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