Meeting Hari Krishnas in Switzerland

Up this avenue lined with green trees and with more pedestrian traffic than cars we saw some Hari Krishna's with musical instruments doing their thing - freezing their willies off no doubt, and handing out balls - not their own frozen ones but white lumps of what can only be described as "stuff". We stopped and fumbled with our free pudding while talking to a Yugoslavian "devotee" who told us they had a temple and farm in the area. We cautiously asked if we could set up camp on their farm. They didn't quite get what we were asking but they said we could probably stay at the temple, and that we should come to the service in the evening anyway just to see what it was like. Paz and I were both keen for a little distraction and to be under a roof for a few hours. What really decided us though was when half a block later a German type woman sidled up to us, pursed lipped, like an undercover agent in some sordid novel. She produced a leaflet and kept pointing to the Krishna's saying "warning", "not good". We answered with "What is good? Muslims? No. Hindu? No." I played my ace on the Nazi "Jews? No...ah Christ..." and reverted to Krishna "not good". So after that we had more or less decided to see their ceremony.