Fear No More The Winter Is Over

As lovely as Geneva might be, it can be very depressing in the winter, especially if you are not into winter sports. This was my third winter here in Geneva and I am so happy that it is finally over. I am so done with these dark and grey days where you need a cattle prod to simple get yourself out of the bed and up and running. It´s a bit funny, I love snow, I love to walk on fresh snow, hear the crunching sound it makes. Who would have thought that Geneva doesn´t get much of that, but rain, well there is a lot of it in the winter here.

A good indicator that the winter is over is the massage man. He is a part of Geneva like the jet d´eau, rich Arabs in the summer and the lust for high end watches you get after living here for a while. During the summer he seems to have his headquaters at the Bain des Paquis where he offers massages to the sun craving people who hang out there. You can´t miss him, he wears nothing than his teeny tiny thong, flip flops and lots of tattoos. He seems to be a Hippie who has missed his connection flight to Goa and is stranded here. I have never seen him in the winter and I have never seen him fully dressed.

When I was out with a friend last Saturday, it happened. While I was trying to get through L´Usine he appeared out of nowhere right in front of me. You cannot imagine how happy I was seeing him, I could have hugged him although I would never touch him in fear of the Hippie Virus which turns you into an alternative sun child and I don´t want that to happen.

Anyway, seeing him is an indicator that the winter is over and spring is here. So I survived another one of these dreadful winters and i can put away the grim thoughts for at least six month.