Unholy places take many shapes. Take a narrow-minded village in 19th Century Eastern Europe, for example. A taxi in Mexico City, in the backseat with a wholly unpredictable driver. Or even worse, alone in a room with a dodgy music teacher. Perhaps it’s safer up in a tree, with a likeminded bird. Higher up, in an airplane, things get messy when three religions need to join forces. And in the Swiss Alps, a mundane and peaceful place turns out to be bloody unholy indeed.
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