Press corps descends on Gstaad for Polanski arrival

 
This past Friday evening we stopped by Brot Bar on the way home to pick up a loaf of one of those very good (and at 18h30 still warm) paillasse dunkels. As we walked in, to our right under the Anzeiger TV screen, the corner was piled high with photo and video equipment, the place was rammed with people who wear fluorescent jackets and drive white vans, the coffee machine was running on overtime, and the whole place had the nervous buzz of a newsroom on a mission. Thing was, the mission had largely been a failure. Of course, they were all there for the shot of Roman Polanski arriving back in Gstaad for his period of house arrest as he awaits the outcome of extradition proceedings. But having spent much of the past days trapsing through neighboring gardens off the Grubenstrasse, all they left with were cold feet and the distinct feeling that they weren't very welcome. It is said that the right shot could have fetched hundreds of thousands of francs, but it's hard to feel sorry for them - moreso for their families maybe. Anyway, what do you think about this whole Polanski thing...