Kambundji on the World Stage: How One Swiss Sprinter Outruns Nationalism, Nike, and Our Guilty Consciences
Geneva’s Palexpo Arena, 5:47 p.m. local time: the 60-metre hurdles have just ended and the stadium screen flashes “Mujinga Kambundji – 7.02” in retina-scorching LED. Half the crowd erupts in the polite Swiss roar that sounds like suppressed yodeling; the other half Googles “kambundji” between sips of overpriced Aperol. In that moment, a sprinter from…