Three weeks before the Brexit deadline, Boris Johnson exclaimed bluntly: “Let’s prepare for a“ no deal ”!”, Meaning to his people and to the European Commission that he would hold out until the end, and that a lack of agreement was better in his eyes than a bad agreement. Courage, stubbornness, bluff, whatever, he did it! Of course, in extremis, he had to let go of the ballast in a major give-and-take operation, it was inevitable. But, overall, he saved the essential: Great Britain enjoys access to the large market, but without the sacrosanct free movement, without the European Court of Justice, and without an automatic resumption of European legislation. In short, it has regained its sovereignty without losing too much in economic matters.
Of course, it is not in the DNA of the Bernese authorities to play liar poker, and nothing is further from the BoJo style than our seven wise men. However, to compensate for the exquisite bonhomie of its rulers, our country had developed a diplomatic talent of rare efficiency, renowned far and wide for knowing how to use an iron fist in a velvet glove, all this with a meticulous slowness. Today, all that remains is slowness! Of course, the Federal Council uses the excuse of direct democracy to justify its demands for precision or to require the patience of the negotiators. Yet instead of hiding behind his little finger, he should proudly claim to embody the will of the people.