Last night while I was on my way to the bathroom, an elderly waiter at the restaurant of the Gstaad Palace Hotel sang to me: “Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away.” Yes, the band was playing “Yesterday”, but it seemed that this headwaiter was trying to send me a secret message. He stared at me as if he was staring at a huge accident. Perhaps he was warning me, but for what, for whom? While I was peeing I had the visceral feeling of not being able to trust reality anymore. Thankfully this feeling faded away after a few seconds.
And I stick to my word: I love the Palace Hotel in Gstaad, but it might be another seven years before I’ll come back. Or well, five years.