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Swiss Fact Check #5

Im not a billionaire and most likely will never be one, and im absolutely not inspired the slightest

“Amazing”

Every country is a center of government by this definition, at least as long as it has one wtf???

8.4 in 2016 (This video was released in March 2017)

“Romanisch” it’s Rumantsch, not Romanian

The facts dont start until 1 minute into the video and I have already found 5 things wrong with it…

The first Bollywood movie shot in Switzerland was in fact released in 1964, but it did not exactly use the scenery as a “backdrop” but was shot in the country. The first Bollywood movie that used Switzerland as a backdrop for singing and dancing scenes was released in 1967

“Gastaad”

There are six bollywood tours, and only one of them features “gastaad”

People from India used to make up a large share of tourists in Switzerland (not including any tourists from other European countries which used to be ), but now they are falling far behind the Gulf States, China and Japan

Don’t go to fucking Starbucks

This is calculated from the highest price (Zurich) and not an actual average. not mentioning Zurich afterwards is… uhm yeah ok

“Supposedly committed suicide” He shot himself how is this “supposedly”

This just applies to guinea pigs

Many small animals want to have their space, which would make it animal cruelty to have them with other animals of the same species (At least if you don’t have a huge area where they can live)

Why do you have cats in the video, most cats are asocial towards other cats lmao

Again, its only guinea pigs, and thats also the only one you can “rent”

There has been exactly one case of a guy defending a dead fish dont blow that up please

Why do you present these “facts” together

Swiss men do not “all” do military service, there are alternatives to it. They literally wont take you at all if youre vegan

If you don’t pass you are not physically fit enough and you won’t have to pay anything, you only have to pay if you are fit, do not want to do civil service and refuse to go to the military too. Also, these “3%” are the highest tax percentage you have to pay, normally you pay less.

Considering that we have so many initiatives and referendums saying “a referendum” is too unspecific

Also it was probably an initiative, bc the only referendum held about the military in the last years was one about the Gripen?

Pretty much all initiatives/referendums that pass do so by a small margin, 73% would be insanely high

The entire “blowing up bridges omg” thing gets so repetitive. Anyways, the program was abolished after the Cold War. The absolutely last explosives that could still be used were removed in 2011

It would be just bridges. The rest would be just super stupid

“Protect the population” aka the military that’s hiding in the fucking mountains

isn’t it copy right infringement to blur out someones name on a document they wrote that is available on the internet???

There aren’t any regulations on building bombshelters anymore

I never heard of this Christine

Or did you misspronounce her name?

They (the court, not the government) argued that it’s an object and not a name

Germans eat more chocolate per capita than swiss people

Swiss people eat 10.75kg chocolate per capita, which would be about 23.7 pounds. I cant excuse that as a rounding mistake

172 bars/100g equal 17.2 kg????

It would be about 107.5 bars (each 100g)

His net worth is 8.8 Billion, you don’t even get 11.7 Billion if you add up the net worth of his family

He’s Italian born, his entire family is Italian born, they moved to Switzerland in 1977

He inherited his Grandfather pharmaceutical company. He did not work for his “fortune” in the way you implied

He is literally only known for Alinghi and you skipped that?

These are regulations that depend on where you live. Just don’t be a dick

I didn’t find any news on that happening

Its illegal to own cannabis in Switzerland

Only extremely small quantities are “decriminalized” to a fine in 2012

There were multiple attempts to decriminalize it and they all failed

The laws regarding cannabis used to be way more liberal in the 90s than now

It’s assumed that about 25-37 tons on cannabis are consumed each year by about 190’000 people.

About 30% of people in Switzerland has a gun at home

It’s about 100′000$ a night

You get a private elevator, not a helicopter

68′000$ isn’t “extremely well paid” in Switzerland

The average wage is 85′522 CHF which equals about 85′130$ (Data form 2015)

“Highest paid proffession jobs in the country” wtf are you kidding me, trusting this website, being a regular teacher is on 335th place overall

This might be a contradiction to Americans but???

Most people that love luxury and buy stuff from Swiss manufacturers are people from other countries: Generally, Swiss people do not flash their wealth

Do we love it

That’s why they are called SWISS guards

They are all from catholic cantons and have served in the military. They are voluntarily able to join the Swiss Guard, at least if they fulfil the aforementioned as well as some additional requirements.

The current uniform is based on a design by a Swiss guard serving between 1910 and 1921. I don’t believe he lived since the 1500s?

Am I an “Aluxer”

60/10.43 = 5.751 alternative facts/minute (Thats a new record!)

#fact check tuesday #swiss facts

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shipwreckseemssweet · 7 years

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The Other Stars

Below is my first attempt at travel writing, submitted to a competition. Traveling is increasingly moving toward digital and tailor-made itineraries (e.g., travel for a hobby), making it easy to see how personal records can hold sway over Millennials’ choices. Even if I had no results, writing it all down was much fun - the way dabbling in something new is. For my entry I chose to explore a solitary nighttime walk in the forests of Rio Claro valley in Colombia. WHile travel is, perhaps, perceived as a more extroverted engagement with a new surrounding and people, I hold strong impressions of this particular episode.

By the time I was done, I’d found out a few aspects of travel writing that are a struggle. Just like in fiction, building a narrative thread is king. That is, a fresh story about an old place. Second, it is hard to eke a living out of it or to even get your foot in the door, regardless of the massive travel industry. While many articles make liberal use of adjectives and parade tired descriptions, guide-book clichés (eg, “bustling markets”, “a land of contrasts”, “eco-chic vegan”) are best left aside. I also learnt that you can absorb only so many accounts of umami dishes and quirky hotels before growing bored with the sameness of the inanimate. Emotional investment does matter.

And how, ultimately, the goal of good, persuasive travel writing is for readers to get entangled in a net weaved by the author around a unique, slightly manipulated experience of a destination; one that the reader will also dream of replicating. No endorsement or copy. Getting there will have been no easy feat.

(Source: http://www.colombiafacil.com/)

The Other Stars

In the Reserve Rio Claro, the river shines as if gold nuggets are hiding right below the surface. It struts and leaps from one flat stone to another like a dancer adorned with fallen feathers. Flanked by marble shores, it slips through the canyon like forest silk.

The soft-spoken receptionist tells me it’s scary to go alone into the jungle at night. I hear a promise wrapped around those syllables, contagious like a gold rush fever. I lean on a wood railing, for there are no walls in the inn, and wait for nightfall. I wait for the noise of the waterfall to fill my ears, for the humid shroud to wane. A lizard keeps me company as I nibble on my bread. In the Reserve you leave all behind. My thoughts are echoes of who I was, my ideas that of a mantis posing as an orchid flower.

Under the night sky, the wallow of humming insects raises in gusts. They sizzle, water on oil. I set off, taking the trail along the river. Under the canopies, the leaves rust themselves the color of tin. Under the branches, my headlight is zigzagging in quick strokes and bleaching the plump vegetation as white as bones. In front of every step lies more darkness but I find it welcoming; the beasts are here no more and the sun-kissed tamarins sleep, their cries soothed in dreams.

The path is slick with damp leaves and ferns slide up my leg. I climb over trunks soft with moss. Quick steps and short breaths, all wonder and attention. The slow beat of a song I've heard at the inn is on my lips. Rustling leaves make my voice quiver. I can see the river through the spaces between the trees. Its black body is like my new self: shimmering and undefined. The limestone caves are the river’s ghostly tusks. The water rumbles past them, steady as a ship engine in the docks, and I don't remember ever being free from that sound.

In the dark I collide with moths as big as hummingbirds. My lamp flashes their garish fur. Surprise blinds us for a second and then they vanish, as fast as wayward atoms. The night’s warmth seems to extend the leaves that tap on my shoulders, light reminders of whose territory this is. I trod on, faster, climbing deeper into the mouth of the forest. The farther I am from all the people at the inn, the more my heart beats to the hollow thump of the forest.

I stop at a throne-shaped cliff over the river. Only the moon's shadow flutters on the surface. I step on it until my toes can feel the edge. And I look down. The rapids are playing a fast tune, pushing back everything else. On the other shore, the sprawling forest rises like a city out of roots, fading into dingy dark heights. I put out the light, pull off my backpack and sit down.

At the edge of the sky I can make out tiny green light bulbs. The fireflies appear like gems before my eyes. I hold my breath. They are as many as stars, as many as the ways we think of ourselves. Their tails bounce against the night, as if neon hallucinations blasted up by the river. Cresting the river horizontally, they dance above us.

It’s long past bedtime in ordinary houses, so the lights must be a dream, existing all of its own, torn from the gurgling water. They bring back the memory of who I was. My skin is chilled by the stone. Which is my real self? The space separating us takes the shape of the answer. I imagine a ladder bridging it. Right there, I imagine stepping out my body, climbing up and dancing along the fireflies like a wannabe star.

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