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• Swiss-born 🇨🇭, British-inspired 🇬🇧, living in Japan 🇯🇵
• Dive with me into my amusing 🤣 and sometimes confusing 😜 stories of life in Japan


E-SKIS – OF COURSE
Even high up in the Swiss Alps, winter is drawing to a close – finally, most will agree. The Olympians and Paralympians towards the south of the border have returned home – with or without medals – and what's on most people's mind now is where to catch some guaranteed summer sun this year. Yes, Switzerland likes to think of itself a a winter sports nation, but essentially, winter sports happen only in winter. Makes sense. Yet, somewhere in the Alps, a Swiss man has just inven
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12 hours ago3 min read


FOUR OCEANS, NO COASTLINE
As a Swiss person living in Japan, I’m occasionally reminded that my homeland is famous for two things: mountains and not having a coastline. Ah, and chocolate and cheese. So, four things. And neutrality. Five. But definitely not beaches. Japan, meanwhile, is basically all coastline. Fish is fresh. Sea breezes are real. Children grow up knowing which direction the ocean is. In Switzerland, we grow up knowing which direction the nearest tunnel is. We are landlocked. Firmly. Im
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Mar 202 min read


A TALE OF 2 ORDERLY NATIONS - Part 5
🐶 Animal Priorities Switzerland worships cows, and their right to roam fields freely is practically sacred. Swiss cows are local celebrities; annual cow parades celebrate their return from summer grazing, complete with bells, flower crowns, and more enthusiasm than most human festivals receive. And if the cowbells in the field next to your house keep you up all night? Tough luck. They are an important part of Switzerland's traditional culture, and a majority of the residents
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Mar 73 min read


THE SOUND OF SPRING
As the days begin to warm, there comes that hopeful moment each year when we realise we can finally turn off the heating and open the windows. Fresh air enters the living room. Spring announces itself. Life feels lighter. In a densely built neighbourhood, however, fresh air rarely travels alone. It arrives accompanied by sound. Last year we discovered one particularly dedicated contributor to the urban soundtrack: a neighbour across the street who appeared to have developed a
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Mar 13 min read
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