Kak, Ada Duit Kecik Tak?

One of the things I’ve noticed while living here is that I’ve never (so far, at least) encountered a cashier or shopkeeper who didn’t have change. It wouldn’t matter whether I was paying with a 10-franc note or a 200-franc note; there was always enough change in the till. It also wouldn’t matter if I visited the neighbourhood bakery at 7am and paid for my morning Gipfeli with a 100-franc note; the friendly lady at the counter would hand me my change without batting an eyelid.

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