Letter to the editor – wild geese rushing …
… through the night, as Heino sings beautifully. But there are still a lot of satanic birds rushing through me. When I drive here from Innsbruck, I am constantly amazed at the art of road construction of our eastern neighbors on the one hand and their assertiveness on the other. Bright and clean, with logic, system and style throughout, without frills, lumps, doria and stupid stumps of iron. Also coming from the Bündner Oberland, I elegantly bypass Flims and Trin in bright tunnels and rush on a wonderful autobahn, far past the villages of the rulers. Thanks to the will, knowledge and ability of the Teutons, it is only a short hop to Munich today. Our neighbors have long since done their homework neatly and accurately, and that’s in the 50 years in which we’ve managed just a few silly and cynically useless meters of industrial feeder roads. And when I drive across the border in Schaanwald, I know after just a few meters: And if it rumbles through marrow and bone, I’m back in Liechtenstein. Or as my pipe-smoking friend manages to say: If he blows his whistle out of his snorra, then he’ll be home again. And a tragic comedy, what happens on this road network every day. Far-sighted, dynamic action against traffic jams, standstills and stumps of iron hacked down in front of each other and tepid meowing and scratching at the back of the head after the elections. And has been for centuries from one election to the next. The question then arises: What kind of bizarre people are they who scorn 50 million Swiss francs in casino revenue every year? 50 million, which would be urgently needed to at least repair the potholes to some extent. One can only say that pride comes before a fall. And the moral apostles and soul rescuers from the IG association are of the opinion: wealth is not about explaining it, it is about knowing how to deal with it. And on top of that: the future belongs to those who do things, not to those who hesitate.
Jo Schädler,
Eschnerstrasse 64, Bendern