Alice Gruenfelder’s day begins every morning at seven. She is woken somewhat rudely from her sleep at this hour by the bells of the neighboring church, which ring every quarter of an hour from seven in the morning. „My day is structured by them, and once I’m somewhere else, I listen in vain for this timepiece that annoys me so much in everyday life.“ It is fitting for her adopted home of Zurich that her day is precisely timed. At least that’s the cliché.