When „not spicy“ burns a hole in your soul
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...
Schlagwörter: Personal essay
Finding an Apartment in Tunisia – my genuine experience with „haute standing“, agents, and rental contracts
Prologue: Me, the Internet & a S+1 It started romantically: mubawab.tn, a cappuccino in Switzerland, the view of the sea – well, on Google Maps. And then: the dream listing. A S+1 apartment in...
Arriving in Tunisia – Week 2 in Kantaoui
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...
Gratitude, Tinder therapy, and abductions in the souk
In this personal essay, I describe a snapshot of my life in Tunisia – shaped by gratitude, human closeness, and unexpected support in daily life. The text is not a report about dating or...
Arriving in Tunisia – Wide Awake, Week One
Sometimes the only way to get all the chaos out of my head is to write it down. It’s early Saturday morning and I still can’t sleep. After a week with almost no proper...
Arriving in Tunisia – One Week in Kantaoui: Heat, Hormones & „Haute Standing“
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...
Emigrating to Tunisia – Goodbye Switzerland, Hello Tunisia!
The first week of my emigration feels at the same time like one long breath held – and the moment when you finally get to breathe again. Emigrating to Tunisia – Farewell to Switzerland...
Laws in Tunisia – The last train: Weed in Tunisia and my farewell
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....
Emigrating from Switzerland – 24 days to go until departure
Only 24 days left. Then I get on a plane and fly away – away from a country that never really wanted me. Behind me: an apartment that has become a storage room. Half-packed...
Bureaucracy in Switzerland – Happily paperless: The day I starved the form god
I don’t know what got into me. Maybe it was defiance. Maybe exhaustion. Maybe the quiet realization that a system that forces you to do a pointless duty will eventually become absurd if you...