* * * * * In spite of this first impression, over the ensuing five years I was slated, on average, to do layovers in Zürich every three months; stumbling across serious crevasses in Zürich’s society. During the spring of my second year of layovers at Zürich, I chanced upon something odd as I explored the Altstadt. On several different narrow streets, I observed businesses with their plate glass display windows caved in. A few still had a brick lying in the middle of the display. So naturally I assumed they were victims of “smash and grab gangs.“ However, what would one “grab“ of value out of travel agencies, real estate offices or bakeries? This made little sense. A couple of months ...