24 Days Until Take-off
Only 24 days left. Then I’ll board a plane and fly away—leaving a country that never truly wanted me. Behind me: an apartment that has become a storage unit. Half-packed bags, discarded furniture, the remains…
Only 24 days left. Then I’ll board a plane and fly away—leaving a country that never truly wanted me. Behind me: an apartment that has become a storage unit. Half-packed bags, discarded furniture, the remains…
II’m Zia. And this is my blog. Forty-eight, born in the Canton of Bern, currently marooned in the bureaucratic limbo of the Canton of Solothurn.Swiss, officially. But at this point my passport is the Swissest…