"A picture of me from my Switzerland holiday, the land of the cable car- I had a look through old family albums and found it- standing in front of a scenery I didn't appreciate, wishing indolently I was at home."
As I read I was strongly reminded of moments from my own childhood. For instance long car journeys where I could read and sit in silence. I always wished that the inevitable moment of fracture, of the door opening, of arrival, would be delayed. That sigh as you reach for the door handle and haul your body out. Sometimes accompanied by a stubborn leaning against the side of the car. Another example hit me when you described escaping from the car under the ice; on holiday in Europe one year we would get a cable car nearly every day and there would always be jokes made about Swiss engineering, that apparently trusted concept, and the likelihood of the wire snapping. So in a matter of fact way, I planned an escape in case we did plunge downwards which involved me breaking the biggest window, grabbing my mother's hand, and making sure that we jumped just before the car hit the floor. That way we wouldn't be hurt.