Episode 1: Arrival in Switzerland

It was still dark when Labubu first set foot on Swiss soil. The cold gently bit his furry cheeks, as if to offer him a sharp but sincere welcome. He had come from far away, his heart filled with hope and his suitcase stuffed with memories: the laughter of his cousins, the long evenings around the fire, and the scent of his grandmother's garden.

On the train winding through the snow-capped Alps, he watched the landscape unfold like an old black-and-white film, punctuated by golden glows in the sleepy villages. Everything seemed strange to him, too orderly, too silent. He, accustomed to the tender bustle of his homeland, felt like a dissonant note in a well-tuned symphony.

Arriving in Lausanne, he cautiously descended, his cap askew and his large, wondering eyes. People passed by, hurrying, without noticing this little creature dressed in a patched but colorful coat, a little lost, a little dreamy.

He was afraid, of course. But deep inside him burned a quiet flame: that of quiet courage, of those who leave everything behind to find themselves better. He knew that here, he would have to relearn how to walk, how to speak, how to live. He would have to tame solitude, learn the language of the mountains and the customs of humans.

That evening, in his small, low-ceilinged room, he wrote in a notebook:

“Today I arrived in Switzerland. I don't yet understand what I'm doing here, but my heart tells me this is the right place. Maybe one day this country will recognize me as one of its own.”

And so began the journey of a Labubu, far from his own people but closer than ever to himself.