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…

Retirement homes: Time with the Elderly

Have you ever wondered what the elderly do in retirement homes? Well, Mrs. Softic’s volunteering…

Jousted by a Bull of a Beast

This poem experiment weaves together themes of dancing and the…

Franclim Caetano – Interview

Franclim Caetano, a Portuguese artist, discusses his career in ceramics,…

Conflicts in Eastern Congo & Syria’s Alawite Massacre

In early 2025, two underreported tragedies unfolded: the Eastern Congo…

Cosmic Ancestors

Perhaps you have looked up at the sky on a…

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…