Helvetia on her travels
March 17th 2013 The weary barefoot traveller sat on the bridge’s parapet, gazing at the river. Her robe thrown off in discomfort, the suitcase dusty from her travels across the country, the spear and shield devoid of any desire for action, the plump woman contemplates her destiny.
I did not recognise her at first. Then I saw the laurel wreath in her hand, and the robe, and the spear. She has gained weight and
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