Swiss, go home! (EN)

On Thursday, 26 March, at 20:14, a billion little red-haired Swiss, seventy-five centimetres tall, appeared everywhere at once. They stole nothing, killed no one, and touched only the empty bottles, which they compressed. They contented themselves with being punctual, polite, coated with sun cream, and with calling everyone ‘Monsieur Meier’. Alone in a chalet in the Haut-Doubs, the Parisian writer Gonzague de Saint-Sulpice was waiting for inspiration; he received a Swiss, who reminded him that Cardboard is on Tuesdays. A hundred and twenty-eight days of silence after 22:00, of ‘It’s not bad’ and of confidential truths: will it all hold out until 1 August?