When did you last smell a rose? What did it smell like? Did it smell like a happy and honest yello one, like an aristocratic and highly emotional red one or was it more like the „can‘t decide whether it‘s still spring or already summer“ abricot one? Do you still remember? I tell you what: Roses are like sculptures to me, like a secret piece of art. Every morning, when I walk to the train station to get to work, I pass by all those beautiful roses which have been planted into Zurichs front gardens 60, 80 or even 100 years ago. These roses are independent from any changes, may it be the weather, the landlord, the economy or the dog on the third floor.
They are reliable, every year, they open their beautiness without any concerns or regrets, they admit their weakness when the wind gets to strong or when the summer sun dissapears like during the past two weeks and - they‘re tolerant. Competition next door - not seen as such. Not too much attention - can cope with that. Roses - I love and admire you- you enrich my daily paths through this
beautiful city and I wished we all took a leaf out of you...
Thank you for being here!
From Switzerland reports Saskia-Marjanna Schulz. Saskia-Marjanna Schulz is of German-Dutch origin. She grew up in picturesque Meersburg at lake Constance. After finishing her studies of chemistry and microbiology, she held varous positions in international sales and marketing across Europe. Today, she works as communications manager for a global player in the healthcare business at their European headquaters in Zurich. In her spare time, Saskia enjoys travelling, writing and singing as well as yoga.
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