1.3 Journey of a Living Doll Across Switzerland

The train came to a stop with a metallic sigh. I stepped onto the platform of the bustling regional station, livelier than the one in my small mountain village, where the platforms are often empty and silent. Here, announcements echoed in multiple languages, hurried travelers crossed paths, and children’s laughter floated through the air, mingling

1.2 The museum of music boxes and automata

Véronique closed her eyes, and memories surged forth—just as vivid as the morning reflections on the lake. She saw herself again as a teenager, in her village nestled in the heights of the Vaud Jura. To earn a few francs, she took on a series of small jobs: sweeping the minigolf course with her sister,

1.1 The departure – “ Never say never ”

It’s a radiant spring morning. The air is crisp, almost sharp, but sunlight spills across the platform of the small station perched like a balcony over the Vaud Jura, like a canvas painted in soft greens and azure skies. I stand there, on the edge of a new chapter, ready to leave my childhood village

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In the pearly light of dawn,she sat in silence, facing the great and magnificent red dragon… Between her fingers, the watch her brother had given her one distant spring seemed to hum with an ancient echo.She didn’t know it yet,but this watch — like the mountain — held a secret of the soul. In the