It’s 10 am on Tuesday, the opening day of Art Basel and I’m talking to Robert Landau one of the
fair’s "grand doyens’. In an hours’ time it will be ‘on your mark; get set; go’ as the doors open and
the world’s elite art buyers rampage through dealer booths looking to purchase their favourite
piece of art. It’s drizzling and I wonder how often billionaires stand in line for anything, for very
long, and in the rain.
Mention the Swiss, and people instantly think of punctuality. It is not just the trains and buses, but also the Swiss themselves who never seem to fail to get to the right place at the promised time or, more important, deliver the right goods and services at the promised time.
Hardly an appearance is wasted by Donald Trump to castigate an important constituent group or lambast a respected opponent; whether he degrades all Mexicans as ‘drug dealers and rapists’, insults the heroism of John McCain, a distinguished war hero, or makes crude insinuations about women being 'fat pigs, slobs and disgusting animals.'" Critics seize each opportunity to declare that surely this time his bid to become the president of the world’s most powerful country is now dead. But somehow his inevitable demise refuses to occur, reminiscent of Mark Twain who once quipped ‘’The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated’’.
How many among us are equally gracious in defeat as we are in victory? Hours after being ousted in an embarrassing straight set defeat in the 4th round of the US Open, Roger Federer rose to become his fellow countryman, Stanislas Wawrinka’s, devoted fan.