A Sunday Kind of Love
It’s Sunday.I woke up early – as always – in my apartment by the sea in Chott Meriem.Luna was still asleep, curled up like a comma at the end of a peaceful sentence. After coffee,…
The Lamppost, the Language Lesson & My 24-Hour Mind Affair
A Swiss woman in Tunisia puts up a flyer for a language teacher and ends up with a charming tutor, scrambled eggs, and a wildly overactive imagination. A story about attraction, translation, and the fine art of keeping your pubic hair.
Flâneries at Dusk – Tantana’s Raw Soul
An evening walk through Tantana with Luna and Riadh – stray cats, street dogs, trash piles and coffee by the sea. A raw photo gallery of wild beauty at the edge of Tunisia.
Tunisian Post Rates (with a little field report)
When I moved to Tunisia, one of my first questions was: “How much does it even cost to send a letter here?” Simple question. You’d think the answer is on the official website of La…
Tantana vs. Kantaoui – My Tunisian Reality Check
Act I – The Master Plan I always have a plan. Not just one – usually two or three, stacked neatly like a deck of tarot cards predicting my future. The plan for my Tunisian…
When “Not Spicy” Burns a Hole in Your Soul
I’m sitting in my temporary apartment, waiting for the fire in my mouth and throat to calm down.“Not spicy,” Riadh said yesterday, with complete sincerity. Well. Not spicy for him. For me it was a…
One beach. Two hearts. Kantaoui.
As two Swiss souls, one human, one canine, we found our wild hearts’ rhythm on the shores of El Kantaoui. Like ancient goddesses reborn, with sun-kissed fur and wind-blown hair, we chased the waves and…
Klein Luna, Big Queenship (Week 2 in Kantaoui)
Small doesn’t mean silent: Luna finds her roar on the beach, I level up my street-crossing protocol on Route Touristique, and a landlord asks me to fund her couch. Heavy metal life—too loud to be safe, too good to be boring.
Wide Awake, Week One
Sometimes the only way through is to write the whole mess out of my head. It’s early Saturday morning and I’m still not sleeping. After a week of almost no real rest, I’m at a…
One Week in Kantaoui: Heat, Hormones & “Haute Standing” (lol)
Arrival: August 14, 2025 — exactly one week later I’m typing this in Kantaoui. Touchdown with zero drama Despite a delay of almost three hours, immigration in Tunis was a non-event: no checks, no fuss.…
Last Train – In More Ways Than One – Weed in Tunisia
Weed Was Nice. Sometimes. Today I smoked my last joint. And yes, I’ll miss it. And at the same time – not really. Weed was nice as long as it stayed occasional. But once it…
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…
Mubawab or the Mystery of Kantaoui
Chapter 1: The Fatal Click 🖱️ It began the way all great tragicomedies begin: with a click. More precisely, a click on a “send inquiry” button on Mubawab, the Tunisian version of Immoscout—just with more…
Zia, 47 — and so done with this place
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…
Between Clan Conflicts and Phone Booths: How I Fell in Love with Wajdi
Some stories feel so surreal that they seem to come straight out of a novel. My first encounter with Wajdi is one such tale of bicultural love. It all began with a clan conflict —…