Настроение:	sad
Музыка:	David E. Williams - Every Missing Duck Is A Duck Missed
Entry tags:	deutschland, literatur, schweiz

Vedi svizzeri e poi muori
On the way, not far from Dresden, it happened that I went to beg in a little village, and came before a peasant’s house. The peasant asked me whence I came. When he heard that I was Swiss, he asked if I did not have any more companions. I replied: “My companions wait for me outside the village.” He said: “Call them here.” He prepared a good meal for us, with plenty of beer to drink. There lay his mother in bed in the room. Then the son said to her: “Mother, I have often heard you say that you would like to see a Swiss before your death. Then you see several, for I have invited them, to please you.” Then the mother raised herself up, thanked the son for the guests, and said: “I have heard so much good of the Swiss, that I have very much desired to see one. Now I think I will die more willingly; therefore be merry.” And then she lay down again. We thanked the peasant, and went on again.

„Ich han so vill gůtz von den Schwitzeren herren sagen, das ich io gären han begärt, ein zů sächen. Mich dunkt, ich well ietz dester lieber sterben; drumb sind frölich“

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