Film Thanks and Credentials
The Dream – Reminder
a) living and working in Zermatt – DONE
b) climbing the Matterhorn – planned for Sept 19
Imagine it is time for you to decide to take the next big quantum leap closer to your dream. And you’re so awesome, that you actually DO IT. Wow you’re such a crazy brainless lizard. You’ve done it.
On the 3rd of March 2018, you move to your dream village. You will be able to see What Matters at least 300 days per year. You’re such a spoilt brat bitch.
What you didn’t know, was that you were going to lose everything in the process. Quantum leaps did not tell you would lose your whole fucking old life, did they? Maybe they did, I might have been temporarily death back then.
Well, so, you lose all your savings again. Your safety net that was your home. Your partner. Your boss even fires you unexpectedly during the move week. Not even kidding. You are insulted when you register at the village hall office in Zermatt, EVEN WITH A RED SWISS PASSPORT, as if. And last but not least, the unemployment people are such ***holes, they treat that badly, as if you were the most stupid third of an animal shot in the intestines in the remote unknown lands of Oberwallis.
Shit that fucking hurts.
Quantum leap or life testing? Not sure anymore.
Consolation nb 1: as everything is lost, there is no where to go back to, you’d better stay where you are and start to relearn your school unspoken for 25 years German as it is impossible to learn Wallisertitschii. What’s this? Oh just the local dialect that sounds like tractors, but hey. You get used to it and finally find it comforting cause your subconscious mind translates it as the sound of your new Home Swiss Home.
Consolation nb 2: you can cry in front of your favourite What Matters scenery, which is one of the most beautiful and most photographed landscapes on the planet. God is such a designer.
Consolation nb 3: as local life is so expensive and competitive here, the community solidarity is very strong. I made more awesome and deep friendships in 6 months than in 3,5 years in London as an expat.
With a little help from my old and new friends, things started finally to get better.