Als ik het woord Zwitserland hoor, moet ik altijd denken aan de repliek van Harry Lime in The Third Man: ‘In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias, they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshed. They produced Michaelangelo, da Vinci, and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock.’