Diffusing Europe’s demographic time bomb

Author: Alicja Hiebert As people start living longer and birth…

The Women in Afghanistan

Author: Iskra Zarić A few days ago, I read on…

Spring has Sprung: The Pupils’ Voice Luxembourg Announces The Winners of the “Rebirth” Writing Prize

As the last frosts of winter melt away into the…

The Education of an Idealist – A Review

Author: Giulia Cimaglia A person's political convictions often change with…

The laments of Spring

 For it is only spring, the time I remember how…

People Watching: Summer

In the pulsating Paris nightlife, two souls meet and become…

The Education of an Idealist – A Review

Author: Giulia Cimaglia A person's political convictions often change with…

Antonio de Oliveira Salazar, the Forgotten Dictator of Portugal

As most people with the bare minimum of historical knowledge…

An Introduction to Bouldering 

Bouldering—a form of rock climbing—has emerged in popularity in recent…

Nuclear Energy is the Future

Exploring the often misunderstood and politically charged realm of nuclear…

Diffusing Europe’s demographic time bomb

As people start living longer and birth rates decline, society faces a growing challenge: how can fewer and fewer workers support an overexpanding retired population? From immigration to pension changes, we have several options, though hard, difficult choices may soon become unavoidable.

The Women in Afghanistan

Have you heard about the women in Afghanistan on the news? They recently lost almost all of their fundamental rights. But the path here was filled with both ups and downs, and the Afghan women have not lost hope yet.

The Education of an Idealist – A Review

“The Education of an Idealist” is a memoir by Samantha Power, former American Ambassador to the UN. It follows her political education from her childhood in Dublin, to the streets of war-torn Bosnia, to the White House Situation Room. This journey will highlight Power’s political idealism, and her incessant fight for human dignity.

The laments of Spring

 For it is only spring, the time I remember how to be alive or at least am allowed to daydream about it. And maybe, if the sun is kind and the wind is gentle, I’ll meet myself again, the girl with the braids, the girl who ran, the girl who bled and laughed…