"D'Lisebeth gaht uf Züri" vorgetragen am Eidg. Trachtenfest Zürich 2024

Elisabeth goes to Zurich. Elisabeth, you wouldn't believe it, has been in her legs for weeks. The left shin, the left, doesn't want to go anymore. She can't stand on it at all anymore. She also feels the weather. Now there's snow, she says. It hurts me. The doctor says, it remains a cyst. The only help, a specialist. That's why, listen, woman, nobody wants to lie. You just have to dare to go to Zurich. Elisabeth wants to sink to the ground. To Zurich, she says. In the finches. The doctor and Foda laugh. Oh, woman, she's going to do that. Keep your witnesses quiet. For one day in Zurich, even the shoes go. The day has come in the fast flight and Elisabeth is sitting in the train. She has a screen, has a bag, has a bottle on top of her head. Searches in the timetable, comes out of it. And looks out of the window in fear. Zurich still in the train, she drops the parasol. She picks it up again and thinks, well, it could still be dirty. She hollers at the people. And then she came out of the hall. And asks the man who is standing there, through whom it goes to St. Rammach. They have it in their legs and want it. He says, I'm sorry, madame. Elisabeth thinks, this is the man. Did you ask someone who doesn't know anything? This is too stupid. She lets him stand and says thank you. And runs away, makes a mess. Doesn't ask the woman there. Because of Trump, the specialist. The animals can give out information. They have to take 21. The car comes and the bird gets in. And was one of three on the spot. First she waits and breathes out. And sniffs the nose in front of the house. And when she finally opens the door, she loses 50% of her courage. The doctor looks at both of them. And says, you have to be surprised. You can save both of them. But you can't tie them yourself anymore. Do you have to do such things? People give stupid stories. I'll give them back to you. Two months or two and a half. They have to rub their legs in the evening. Then the pain will be less. Elisabeth is reborn. But has lost a stone in her heart. Thank you, she says. And starts laughing. She still wants to make Trump a fool. She looks for the 20 note. And says to the doctor, oh, Mr. Nieren. I forgot that now. You will think, we have to have it here. Then the doctor says, thank you. My examination makes 20 francs. Elisabeth doubts. She expected 3 to 4. She knocks on the garden door. And a guest walks up. She looks at the table. She makes a balance. It stays in the nose. 13 watts. It's at the end. Instead of about 16 francs. Now she walks as well as she can to the train station. It's already late. She works in the economy. Third class. With 13 watts. It's no fun. She looks for a place. Finds a corner. Drinks a syrup. Eats a biscuit. Says to the lady. I also think of such a poor woman. I have it in my leg. And the specialist. Which is certainly richer. Gives it to her. Looks at the leg. And says, I have to have 20 francs. Right? The DNA is not smart. Then Elisabeth says, I don't have time. 20 francs today. There is dust. Because Elisabeth is afraid of dust. She shouts five slaps on the table. And thinks, if that's not enough. She takes the umbrella and says goodbye. As if it was the first time. She looks for the platform 4. And walks past. And finds the skis. Although she wants to be safe. That's why she asks one next to her. Mr. Board. She says very proudly. The one who cleans the roads there. Mr. Board. Can you tell me? He says, I clean the roads. He has a car. Drives first in the morning. Looks in the direction of the wine. Over the organ. Elisabeth runs to his side. She doesn't want to argue with him for long. She takes a clip and drives. Where and when. The train departs. Finally she sits in it. Tired in the leg. And also in the mind. And when you slam the car door. She is glad that it goes home. But I think, shortly after that. She must only be frightened. She sweats from all the pores. She has lost white God's billet. When the conductor arrives. She looks for almost a quarter of an hour. Right in front of her. Has she seen it yet? Since she has never seen it. So the white bit. It must still be in the bag. Yes, yes. Now she comes to her senses. The money must still be far away. And really. Everything is gray. The billet has come out again. Tired and deaf. Empty cash register. She walks through the old alleys. Home in the village. Home in the house. Unpacks her bag. Makes a coffee. Takes a sip. She does not feel happy at all. She whispers loudly. And says. Oh my. A sip for 20 stones.