Reflections on Changing Times

I sit down, exhausted from running around. The days are racing and slowness seems to be hiding. New information arrives by the second — new ideas, new chats, new obligations. Something in me longs for a break, but my mind is strict. Keep going , it says, there's no time to rest. In many countries, at least in the so-called Western world, restaurants are adapting to the fast pace of modern life. Guests are given slots, and once the 60 or 90 minutes are over, the next guests ar

I was driving down the A4 motorway from Madrid to Andalucía. Dry plains stretched out to the left and right, and a seemingly endless...

For many decades, everything seemed to be getting better. Children were growing up wealthier than their parents, and peace was becoming...

My grandfather once said, 'You can't stay neutral in a war'. It was in the context of speaking of Switzerland's position in the second...

A few days ago I was in contact with a friend who was born in Israel. We talked about the genocide happening in the Middle East, and...

A little over two years ago, I experienced one of those pivotal moments that told me: something has to change! It had been a relatively...

In the last months I‘ve posted regularly about the atrocities being committed every day in Gaza and, more hidden from the public, in the...

It's been a while. How are you? Four years ago I was demonstrating on the streets of Madrid, with Greta and 500,000 others, all believing...

It was ten o'clock at night when I walked past the door and heard the noise. A gentle, disturbing noise. The door was closed, but I knew...