Alpina's blog post - Zuerich in the 90ies

Not all of you may remember that I have mentioned how I spent a year at Zuerich University during my teacher training (If this was a book, I could make a reference to a previous page and send you back there). This was in the early nineties, just before I left for England and spent a year there. I had felt it was time to leave the warm nest provided to me by my parents. Had I known then how suddenly they would have to die shortly afterwards, I might have stayed with them and enjoyed every minute of what was entitled to us before fate struck.

Until my arrival in Zuerich, I had never lived on my own for a longer time. My father had organized a one room studio for me, and in the beginning I was quite pleased about it an the freedom it was offering. I went to my lectures and liked coming back to the flat in the evening, but soon I felt that the roof was falling in on me. I was lonely.

It was then that a girl who came to the same lectures told me of their project of renting a house together with some friends who were mostly students, too. It was Beatrix, and her later husband, and some I have not met for some time now; it was also Leon, with who I had quite a special relationship. We were a very close group of friends there in this year, and we shared whatever we felt like, from the kitchen to our beds. This is how I grew fond of special cooking and special sex.