There are ordinary school weeks, and then there are BDE campaign weeks—the kind that turn a campus into a festival ground and make even the most serious students pause, laugh, and remember that university is supposed to be lived, not just survived. When Fruitloop logged in to speak with Maxime, he was not tucked away…
There are meetings that begin smoothly—with perfect timing, stable Wi-Fi, and everyone neatly in place. And then there is Lunch with Janita and Frank… which, as always, chose a slightly more adventurous route. This week’s gathering technically started on Monday. Fruitloop, still glowing from a birthday weekend filled with cake and celebration, sent out the…
In this lively conversation between Fruitloop and Sarah, the idea of a “first job” becomes much more than a simple discussion about earning money. It opens a window into Sarah’s world: her village traditions, her dreams for the future, her funny childhood memories, and the practical life lessons that come from stepping, even briefly, into…
Birthdays, Easter, family lunches, a garden waiting for potatoes, a bicycle ride long enough to feel in the legs the next day — this was the kind of spring she had been moving through. Not dramatic, not grand, just full. Full in that very particular way life becomes full when every day seems to ask…
There is a very specific moment in every working life when the myth collapses.The “cool boss” — generous, human, almost friend-shaped — flickers… and then, quietly, reasserts authority. Not loudly. Not cruelly. Just structurally. Because power doesn’t disappear. It just learns to smile. Martin’s first “cool boss” was his father — which sounds wholesome until…
On a bright, sunny morning, Fruitloop sat down with Maxime, and within minutes it was clear that this was no ordinary student catch-up. Maxime, an engineering student with a packed schedule and a mind constantly racing toward the next challenge, had already started the day with classes and a team presentation on the geopolitics of…
It is funny how some mornings feel wrong from the beginning. This one was like that. After Easter, the calendar says Tuesday, but inside me it still feels like Monday. I sit there with my coffee, still half in the rhythm of holiday, and I think… if nothing matters for a moment — no money,…
There is a very particular kind of silence that follows a mistake. Not the loud kind—the shouting, the emails, the escalation. That comes later. The first moment is quieter. It is the split second where something lands wrong, and you realise, almost physically, that you would prefer to disappear. Three men, on three continents, recognise…
It starts slightly off-balance. “It does not feel natural,” the Mayor says, already suspicious of the entire setup.“It’s Wednesday.” Friday has been moved. Shifted. Pre-recorded out of respect for Good Friday. Sensible. Logical. And yet—completely wrong. Fruitloop, on the other hand, is already somewhere else entirely. “I’m going to take a duvet day.” Just like…
In a world that often celebrates perfection, the smallest mistake can feel far bigger than it really is. A slip of the tongue in class, a fall in front of classmates, or a message sent to the wrong person can seem disastrous in the moment. Yet in a warm and thoughtful lesson between Fruitloop and…
