
“Once every year, all our eyes are fixed on Davos. The enclave of Neu Schwabenland in the stony heart of Europe. In awe we see the thousands of call girls and lollyboys, the caterers with their Wagyu beef and Blanquette de Veau, the refrigerated trucks full of Beluga caviar and condemned lobsters, their scissors tied with gaffer tape.
Once a year we witness the thousands of grim-looking mercenaries restricting public Swiss soil. The Soldiers of Fortune, with their machine guns and bulky bodyguards with their little microphones and earphones in.
Halt. Privat. Kein Eintritt!
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