Zürich, Late Night, Kreis 7 Zürich, late. Sodium vapour stains the facades of Kreis 7, washing the curbs and empty intersections in a spectral orange that feels both alien and familiar. Outside my window, the Limmat runs ink-black beneath the bridges, swallowing up every stray flicker of light. In my study, the paper maps of…
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The Chronicles of a Memory Cartographer: Zürich 1
“I am being hunted by the safety protocols of UNESCO, and we’re landing in Zurich of all places—Tarmo, WTF?!” He didn’t flinch. “Here are my headquarters too—Amellal Trust Heritage. And I have a house here.” He let the silence linger a moment, then added, more quietly:“Proximity breeds advantage—the city’s walls are thin, and I prefer…
The C.O.M.C. Files 