What is the difference between Sweden and Switzerland? Often confusing

One in northern Europe and one in central Europe.

I have been in Zurich for nearly two weeks, and all kinds of maladjustments in my life still bother me. Before I came, I believed the rumor that Switzerland was a high welfare country that didn't close its doors at night, but after I was confident that I could live carefree, I was quickly poured cold water on it. Only then did I find the quality of the Swedish people so admirable. It's too late to regret. Just say what you said and leave a souvenir for yourself.

Some people have heard of all kinds of discrimination in finding a house before they came. In short, the Swiss disdain to hide the motives of racial discrimination. If you are a senior European such as Germany, France and Britain, congratulations, the Swiss middle class has enthusiastically opened the door for you. If you are lucky, I'm afraid you will be invited to dinner. If you are an American, congratulations. Although you can't speak German, Italian and French, it brings you a little inconvenience and a little disadvantage compared with the upper class, because there are many decent people in your country who immigrate here (and many of them are quite rich), so you don't have to worry about having no groups to turn to for help. It's easy to find someone to share, casting a net to catch big fish. Or even you have benefited from the general mentality of Kazakhstan and the United States in Europe. The same thing happened to our compatriots in the southern hemisphere. If you come from Asia, but you are lucky enough to be reborn in Japan, South Korea, Taiwan Province and Hongkong, it may be unlikely to find a European landlord, but it is definitely less than the number of rejections received by people in Chinese mainland, India, Pakistan and Bangladesh. I tried to find a girl from Taiwan Province Province to share the room, but at last the girl insinuated me for a long time. Honey, I want to find a German. Stop dreaming. In contrast, the Swiss are naturally much more straightforward. Once my classmate spoke on the phone, and after greeting, he announced that I was from China, and the phone was ringing. I don't have the perseverance to call people, but I've tried someone to say I'm sorry. I don't look for people who can't speak German, French and Italian. This is a more considerate refusal.

What is amazing is the quality of their traffic. Once, a yellow-faced woman who married a foreigner and successfully changed her identity complained to me about how the traffic in China was unruly and how people didn't respect crosswalks. I'm sorry that Europe you mentioned is not so beautiful everywhere. Drivers in Zurich have 40% China's skills, taking advantage of loopholes to grab time. Once I stepped on the zebra crossing opposite the university, and a four-wheel drive hit me. Of course, the driver waved politely and said sorry. I am in a hurry. I'm still surprised and sweaty. The usual idea that zebra crossings are safe almost killed me. Go back and talk to the local landlady about it, and the answer is that you believe it regardless. On the zebra crossing, you must look around and respond in time, otherwise it will be very miserable. Well, I shouldn't be angry, but I'm glad he waved politely instead of sticking out his middle finger. In addition, there is a shortage of seats for trams during commuting hours. Some spice girls also put LV's bag on the side seat, and uncle put his backpack on the opposite seat with his legs crossed, ignoring the people standing in the car. The same behavior has long been humiliated in Sweden. Maybe Switzerland is really cultured, and no one is watching. The station is silent. I asked the hot girl for a seat, so Yi put away her bag. I think the Swiss may disdain to sit in the car. But in less than a minute, a group of people came up from a big station, led by an old lady with a stick, and apparently robbed the seat. When she saw that the nearest seat at the door was empty, she quickly got on the donkey and looked around again. I suddenly burst into tears in my heart: grandma is really not easy. At this age, we should still maintain such a positive ideological consciousness. Of course, the mother pushing a stroller doesn't expect anyone to help her move the tram. Even a nice guy like my landlord told me frankly, well, most people don't want to do it when they see it. I think I am too. Come on, it's a baby, not a sumo wrestler. As for the entanglement.

Secondly, talk about dress. For the first time in my life, I experienced the famous suit and sunglasses scene in the movie The Matrix, which took place in the financial street in Zurich. Walking from one street to another, when I looked up again, I suddenly saw people walking across the street in suits and ties. In the morning 10, someone was smoking a cigar at the entrance of the gorgeous coffee bar, and the model-like stunner was swaying among the famous brands. In one day, I saw at least 10 women of different ages carrying LV bags, and their hairstyles and makeup were impeccable. One in eight women wearing flat shoes is good, which is basically unimaginable in downtown areas. It's really not harmonious for a bumpkin like me to stand with them in a pullover made by Chalmers University. It should be the poorest college student group in the social group, but everyone is well dressed and decorated with many famous brands. Presumably, they think that being busy in front of the mirror for two hours at 6 am is more enjoyable than sleeping in a warm bed. It's not convenient for me to comment on the difference.

Zurich is good in the end. For example, when you go out at 1 1, you will definitely see luxury Bentley, Lotus and Rolls-Royce cars shuttling between one traffic light and another. A great team. The people in the driver's seat are at most 50 years old, dressed in suits and ties like movies. An elegant man stroking his white beard with his elbow on the steering wheel reminds me of the profile of Connery Jr. This is a city full of fantasy and material desires. Facing the snow-covered Alps like saints all year round, facing the Millennium-old church road, in the middle, it is a famous financial center in Europe, filled with many Zurich people's lost selves.