The past days, I have read articles about the impact of coronavirus on the elderly, victims of domestic violence, teachers, homeless, and mothers. Some groups are more prone to the social, economic, and health complexity of the virus, and their everyday lives have changed dramatically when compared to other [groups]. Even though a global threat, the coronavirus battle doesn’t follow universal rules of struggle.

Green Book is the chronicle of the real-life, interracial friendship between Tony “Lip” Vallelonga, a Bronx nightclub bouncer, and Don Shirley, a Manhattan pianist and composer.

When they ask me how did I know my now husband was the one, and what made me propose to him, I recall that we liked each other the moment they introduced us and ten minutes later we were drinking submarine shots and playing Super Mario in a vintage pub in Brighton. However, more important than the mental and physical attraction was the right timing.

I have always been very thoughtful about the things I own, and how I organise them in my space — whether it’s the tiny studio in South Korea, the shared-flat in Ghana, or the two-floor house in Mauritius. I love change, and I see moving to a different country as an opportunity to reset my reality and rediscover myself; living abroad helps me look at things with fresh eyes and get rid of preconceptions. Packing is a big part of the whole moving process, and when you have to limit your belongings down to two suitcases, you reconsider the value of possessions. Here’s how I learned to put my life on the scale and hit the 23 kg target.

Research shows that spending time by the ocean is beneficial both for our physical and mental health. Some expats are consciously in search of seaside destinations to fill their life with joy and fresh sea air while others accidentally find themselves on the shore, only to ask how on earth were they living before without the breathtaking sea view. Today, on World Oceans Day, Expat.com celebrates the future of our oceans with a few points which commemorate the best aspects of expat life by the ocean.

Before moving to Mauritius, my husband and I didn’t know much about the country. In ice-cold December 2015 in South Korea, we were flipping through photos of the tropical island’s blue lagoons, sugarcane fields and lush beach resorts, and the more we saw, the more enthusiastic we became. But the everyday reality of island life is different.

In its heyday, the life of Jennifer Aniston had become the amphitheatre of the hindrances the average western woman will possibly have to deal with before she steps into her 40s — cheating, divorce, and tentative feelings towards motherhood.

Were it not for the past harsh one month and a half, I would probably not have found it relevant to ask this question, so I owe its bitterness a certain something. Well, it started as a helping hand to my husband’s ex-colleague, who needed a temporary place to stay in, while laying the groundwork for their next adventure. It ended up as a violation of my freedom.

If I had an Instagram, I would have the perfect photo background to jazz up my social network presence — a fire orange sun gently melting inside the warmth of the Indian Ocean. Mauritius is tropical, is exotic and is lush — it’s the setting in which I could sprinkle everyone’s dreams: early morning runs on the silver beach, towel and swimsuit at all times in the boot, havaianas totally acceptable shoewear in the office, after work Piña Coladas on breezy rooftops, and weekends in luxurious resorts pampered by spa experts.

In his manifest of anger, The Anti-Christ, Friedrich Nietzsche verbally attacks anything and anyone theological (or unnatural). As per Nietzsche’s introduction sentence: “This book is for the very few. Maybe none of them has been born as yet.”

Airports are arenas of emotions, information, objects and human activity; rinks for scintillating scientific performance, which never ceases to amaze me. When people around me complain about the blah food served by the x airline and the limited inflight entertainment options, I divert to the proficiency, competence and intelligence that lead to the arduous event of flying.