At Fruitloop University’s magical supermarket, a dragon, an alien, a mermaid and a nervous garden gnome discover that the difficult part is rarely finding the answer. It is having the nerve to ask the question. There are supermarkets, and then there is the magical supermarket at Fruitloop University. Fruitloop University, incidentally, has now been shortened…
The mystery began with a button. It sat beside the lift, perfectly ordinary, slightly scratched, with a small red light in the middle. Nobody pressed it. People pressed the buttons above and below. Once, a child reached towards it and his mother quietly moved his hand away. There was no warning. No sign. Nothing to…
What happens when we stop trying to direct the traffic in our own minds and simply let an unexpected idea take the wheel? In this week’s issue, the journey begins at the editorial desk, where building, destruction, storytelling and bread somehow collide. Sometimes curiosity starts with a grand question; other times, with something small enough…
By Rosie, Brazil, Fruitloop, South Africa and The Mayor, France. Some questions make us stop and think. Others send us towards fortune tellers, forbidden soup and aliens building pyramids. At Lunch, apparently, both kinds are equally important. The conversation started, as Lunch conversations often do, somewhere between ordinary life and mild chaos. Rosii arrived tired…
Brida brings a small international group around a hosted table, in English, to talk about the life already happening around them. No lessons. No performance. Just room to speak, listen, and see where the conversation goes. For more information send a WhatsApp to Frank or Janita on +33 7 49 01 84 85 Welcome to…
By Bruce Lloyd, The United Kingdom and Frank Peters, France. I arrived with my head full of programming. Bruce arrived with questions. Somewhere in the untidiness between the two, we found something worth talking about. I walked into my conversation with Bruce badly prepared. Not deliberately. I had simply been engrossed in something completely different….
By Janita Le Grange. Across the street, an old house is being torn down to the ground. For years, it stood there as a quiet shadow of whatever it used to be. Once, it might have been someone’s childhood home—a place filled with warm dinners, loud laughter, and small feet running down the hallway. Then…
This week’s editorial, by Janita Le Grange. This week’s editorial arrived with its own set of challenges. My mind is bursting with so many things to talk about that I feel like I simply don’t have enough paper to write it all down. Lately, I’ve found myself thinking a lot about the twin forces of…
By Sylvie, France. Some adventures need a plan. Some only need trust. And sometimes curiosity is simply waiting to see what happens next. If I had a lot of money, I think I would only travel. There are so many places I would like to discover, especially other cultures. Friends are preparing for a safari…
Wuppertal, Germany. I had seen pictures of the Wuppertal Schwebebahn before, but standing underneath it is something else entirely. It opened in 1901, which means people here were travelling through the city in a suspended railway two years before the Wright brothers made their first powered flight. Somehow, after 125 years, it still looks slightly…
