As we were about to leave Geneva news came that the United States had lost its seat on the UN Human Rights Commission. Uncle Sam, who had ordered people around there for dozens of years, had been forced off stage. Once again I walk along the banks of Lake Geneva. On one side, blue water, azure sky. Swans and wild ducks play in the water.
Distant mountains undulate in sunshine.
Snow gleams white. On the other side, the grass is a carpet of flowers with here and there the homes of great intellectuals from the past. Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake plays. Beautiful melodies drift between mountains and rivers. In their hands, blue birds ready to fly.