Flying from Dulles in Washington DC to whatever the name is of the international airport in Zurich I kept waiting for feelings of anxiety and nervousness.

I was hoping that this would be like the proverbial descent into stardom, that waiting masses of admirers would greet me at the gate, like the Beatles arriving at JFK, screaming my name and waving signs.

But I arrived alone, with no one to even greet me. The porter did smile and the customs agent wished me a pleasent journey.

"What is the reason for your visit?"