Category: Tunisian madness
Life in all its glory right on my doorstep. The absurd encounters, the daily minor disasters (like the kilo of pepper) and the moments when I can only shake my head. Stories that make life here so strange and endearing.
Last Saturday on Valentine’s Day, I bought a kilo of veal fillet. Because nothing says “independent woman” more than spending way too much money on expensive meat while being spectacularly single. It arrived late.Very...
When I planned my move from Switzerland to Tunisia, I only worried about one thing: the summer. The heat.Forty degrees.Survival. I work from home, Tunisian houses stay cool, and in the worst case there...
In Switzerland, gas comes through the walls.In Tunisia, it comes from people. My gas pipe is currently held together by optimism and plastic tape. Before I continue talking about near-death experiences, I should probably...
Emigrating to Tunisia – Act I – the Master Plan I always have a plan. Not just one – usually two or three, neatly stacked like a tarot deck predicting my future. The plan...
I am sitting in my temporary apartment, waiting for the burning in my mouth and throat to subside. ‘Not spicy,’ Riadh said sincerely yesterday. Well. Not spicy for him. For me, it was a...
Small does not mean quiet: Luna finds her roar on the beach, I upgrade my street-crossing protocol on the Route Touristique, and a landlady wants me to finance her sofa. Heavy-metal life – too...
Arrival: August 14, 2025. – Exactly seven days later, I am typing these lines in Kantaoui. 🛬 Drama-free touchdown Despite almost a three-hour delay, entering Tunis was uneventful: no checks, no unnecessary fuss. Luna...
I smoked my last joint today. And yes, I will miss it. And at the same time – not again. Smoking weed was cool as long as it was only once in a while....
In this experience report, I describe my apartment search in Tunisia through the platform Mubawab – specifically using the example of Kantaoui. This text is not a guide, but a personal reality check between...