It was near 9 p.m., Christmas Eve, and I used to be in a automobile with my household within the Swiss countryside. Down a succession of ever quieter and narrower roads, lit by yellow streetlamps within the villages, completely black within the fields, we made our solution to our vacation spot, the hamlet of Ziefen.
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