Solothurn Swiss Film Festival

Film Guide

On Wednesday,  Daphna, Camila, Nicole, Akane, Karen, Yann and I went to Solothurn for the Swiss Film Festival. Most of us left our houses early and arrived home late.

 Akane, Camila, Nicole, Karen, Nicki 

I have been thinking about it, but I still have not decided what part of the day was best. Could it have been the train ride to Solothurn where we discussed politics, philosophy, business, gym class, and celebrities? Was it realizing that we were no longer in our beloved French speaking part of Switzerland but had crossed into the German side as we attempted to read the coffee menu in German, trying to decipher if we were ordering hot schokolade with cream or rum? (Turns out it was cream ;)

Theater 1

Was it when we got to the first theater and realized our gym cards got us the student discount?! Or maybe it was actually watching the first short (so serious and relevant) and movie (a dark psychological film)? Perhaps it was after these first French films that were subtitled in German when we found out who really spoke French who then in turn had to explain the complicated plot to the lesser franco-phones? ;) Merci beaucoup, mon amies.

Nicki, Daphna, Camila, Yann, Nicole, Akane

No, it might have been the long lunch where we continued laughing and chatting about everything. It could have been when Karen showed up and shared how she had just missed the train that morning due to a mishap with her feet and the ground :) I know it was definitely NOT when we had to walk across town and over the bridge in -5C to the next theater.

 Yann, Camila, Karen, BRRR!!

Another close one would be the second short we saw entitled Las Pelotas, a film that takes place in Argentina about two men overly obsessed with the game of soccer and what they would do to have a son who could play on Manchester. Or maybe the final movie, Pizza Bethlehem, a heart-warming documentary about a girls soccer team that was made of girls from 30 different nationalities. We chose this film since our group has over 40 nationalities in total and thought we could relate well.

"Las Pelotas"

Still, I hate to be so indecisive, but the drink at the train cafe while we waited for the train was rather hilarious. I received quite an extensive German lesson from the bartender that the entire cafe seemed to enjoy. The train ride home was jolly as well. We each shared the stories of how we met our partners and when the last one finished, we were standing in Lausanne. But, maybe, just maybe it was being able to have a day like this.

 Chocolate Oscar