Atheist in Tunisia – Me and Islam (Part 2)
How I became a seeker again as an atheist in Tunisia (unintentionally) I did not intend to engage with Islam.Really did not. I didn’t move to Tunisia to find God. I’m not going through a…
Atheist in Tunisia – Under the Same Sun (Part 1: Spirituality without Religion)
I worship the sun.That’s one of those sentences where my inner know-it-all pauses briefly to check whether I’m steering myself into a mystical corner. I’m not. I mean it quite plainly, physically, existentially. During the…
Atheist in Tunisia – Under the Same Sun (Introduction)
I am an atheist.Not one of those uncertain “I just don’t believe” atheists, but a pretty relaxed “I’m done with religion” version of one. My inner smartass usually sits there with her arms crossed, raises…
Dating in Tunisia – Christmas Eve on the carpet
or: How I became an involuntary sex therapist at Christmas I went to Amine’s flat on Christmas Eve with a clear mind.And I left with a clear mind. In between… let’s call it communal masturbation…
Living in Tunisia – Tunisia: A Survival Guide
Written by someone who did not survive with dignity I’m back in Switzerland for a few days and sitting in my old apartment like someone who has traveled back to their former life. Everything feels…
Dating in Tunisia – Theory 3: The Abduction of the Desert Bride
alias: My friends’ creativity is starting to worry me This theory falls into the category: “Technically not impossible, but so unlikely that it’s actually funny.” This is how my friends put it: “What if Amine…
Dating in Tunisia – Theory 2: The Supervillain Nightmare Scenario
(alias: My friends watch too many crime documentaries) This theory is… dramatic. And highly entertaining. Every time I travel, at least one friend comes up with a scenario so exaggerated that even Marvel Studios would…
Dating in Tunisia – Theory 1: The Master Manipulator
Theory 1: The Master Manipulator (When my friends turn my love life into a pilot episode of a crime series) It always goes the same way: As soon as I mention there’s someone new in…
Dating in Tunisia as a woman – The lamppost and my 24-hour head affair
When you put up small flyers in Chatt Meriem asking for help learning Tunisian Arabic, you don’t expect it to turn into a social experiment about attraction, culture and restraint. But that’s exactly what happened.…
Living in Tunisia: Tantana vs. Kantaoui – My Tunisian Reality Check
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 for…
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 full-body…
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 El…
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 loud…
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 safety…
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 rest,…
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 came…
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 The…
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. But…
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 suitcases,…
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 simply…
Apartment Search in Tunisia: Mubawab or the Secret of Kantaoui
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 online…
Emigrating from Switzerland – Zia, 47 and so done with this place
I am Zia. And this is my blog. Forty-eight, born in the canton of Bern, currently stranded in the bureaucratic limbo of the canton of Solothurn. Officially, I’m Swiss. But at the moment, my passport…
Emigrating to Tunisia – Embracing Change: Zia’s Path to a New Life
Life is a journey, a constantly evolving process of self-discovery, healing, and transformation. Over the past three months, I had the privilege to accompany and support Zia during one of the deepest and bravest phases…
A disclaimer so honest it seems suspicious
READ THIS (Or not. I’m not your mother.) The content? 100% true. As long as you believe it. If you don’t, well… maybe everything is made up. Or maybe not? Any resemblance to real events…