Back when the World Cup was going on, and Switzerland was still in the running, BBC News put out a great article that engaged both my seasonal soccer craze and my curiosity about the Swiss team’s players’ origins.
I became interested in the immigration component of the World Cup after a friend shared another spot-on article on Facebook, which detailed what each World Cup team would look like if immigrants were suddenly not allowed to play. Needless to say, most would have been at a great loss. Switzerland alone would have lost “about two-thirds of its players.”
I admit that I still struggle to understand Switzerland, especially after the outcome of the February referendum on immigration. I was reminded of the BBC article today as I was looking through the notes I’ve written on my phone. I found the phrase below recorded there.
There is something so truthful and poetic about it:
Shaqiri, Benaglio, Inler, Rodriguez, Drmic, Seferovic, Xhaka – this is the sound of 21st-Century Switzerland, where Balkan beat club nights can outsell techno or house, where the supermarkets stock Turkish beer, Serbian biscuits and Portuguese salt cod next to the fondue and Ovaltine.