I was born in Switzerland and as a child I thought of it as a magical place. My father used to do slide shows for us, and we would see the chalet where we lived, the mountains, the countryside.
This is me in my Swiss outfit.
As children, whenever we went to their house, we would sit and wait for the cuckoo to do his stuff. Once on the quarter hour and then several times on the hour depending on the time. The later it got the better it was. Cuckoo, Cuckoo.