Having been born and bred in parched southern Australia, I was at my wits end worrying about my poor tomato plants and had spent meticulous hours recycling shower water to save them. The tomatoes were my barometer for my greater anxieties about the world's thirsty end, so when I arrived to live in Geneva I stared at the Jet D'Eau (water jet) as it shot 140 metres out of the lake into the blue sky…
