We had dinner at a restaurant on campus as we watched the sun set. As we walked back to the car, we saw a small, fuzzy shape scurry across the path. Before I finished saying "What was that?" Markus had dived into the bushes and come out holding a hedgehog. It had reflexively curled itself up into a protective ball, as hedgehogs do, so we were able to pass it from hand to hand to all have a look. We set it back on the path, and before too long he (she?) uncurled and wandered away.
We only spent one night in Zurich, at the E.'s apartment. Markus got up early the next morning to head off for his compulsory military service, and Franziska set off to work. Before long, we were out the door. We didn't get to see much of Zurich, because we went straight to the train station and off to Bern.
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