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Got the train that connects Geneva airport with the flughafen in Zurich every hour, and drop at the town that bridges a multitude of cultures in its own way. My hotel stays at a walking distance from the gare, but if in the arrival the fields of grass covered with white and fresh snow is idyllic, rolling a luggage bag over it can be less charming. The Fribourgeoise people although very chatty share the overall Swiss politeness in not getting intrude others people lives. So after loosing all the wheels in my bag I finally got to my warm hotel room with the help of a 89 years old lady that spoke all the four official languages of the country. With a warm shower taken, I got back to the street to walk a bit before dinnertime. Going downtown, the grey facades of buildings work as a perfect reflector of all the white from the snow, giving to the town a very bright tonality. At the Sarine River, partially frozen the view is perfect for the prevailing buildings arranged in the most random way. With the cathedral of saint Nicolas picking to be seen by the curious eyes of people like me looking at the strange organization of white roofs. The cold calls for a hot beverage so I reach the restaurant streets with a ride in the water-tram. Time passes quietly with locals telling tales. The street is a rather busy one, but people take their time. At times I had to look behind me when walking, as everyone else were walking behind me and at the same pace. A couple of foreigners working in the city cheerful invite me for a street festival going on in the other side of the town. On my way there I doubted of my decision for several times. Could something any interesting could be happening in what look at me a deserted place surrounded by naked trees and frozen snow. I arrived at Goulag festival shortly before sunset, but the place was already full of people enjoying an after dinner hot wine with spices or cardinal beer. For the incautious people like me with empty stomach only bread with sausages and mustard, but to dance it would be difficult to define such eclectic environment. From fanfare bands of Balkans, to French rock the night was a delight of world music, with people enjoying every and each song as if it was familiar to them. Between bonfires and playful conversations, I end up the night already in the morning playing petanga with people from around the world feeling that Fribourg could be a place where different is welcome, besides its untouchable medieval facades.