 | May 2nd, 2011 | |
When in Rome…
My husband was born in Germany to Swiss parents, and only moved to Switzerland when he was eight years old. In Germany, he went to what he calls a ‘Hippie-Kindergarten’: Lots of freedom, lots of creative games, lots of playing with mud.
He remembers the move to Switzerland as somewhat traumatic – suddenly the permissive ‘anything goes’ - environment was replaced by a life governed by implicit social rules which he didn’t really know, but everyone else seemed to. Even now, my husband’s family don’t think much of the strict adherence to social rules the Swiss are normally famous for.
