Life

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    Borders, Beliefs, and the Beautiful Ordinary

    Campo Grande. Bangalore. Cleebourg. One cloudless Monday, three windows lit up on a screen: Ismar (64) in Brazil, Ritesh (29) in India, and the Mayor hosting from a rain-polished corner of eastern France. What followed felt less like a meeting and more like a long lunch with smart friends—curious, candid, and wonderfully human. The topic…

  • How Happiness Travels

    There’s a certain light to a weekday morning in Europe—the kind that finds you through kitchen blinds and over the rim of a first coffee. Today that light falls on Kassel, where Martin is laughing about a friend’s visit, and on Cleebourg, where Frank is nursing a cup that a single bad bean tried (and…

  • What if Brida were a hospital.

    Mayor’s reflections during his current stay in hospital. 🏥 What if Brida Were a Hospital? A diagnostic guide for human-centred language care. The Quiet Pulse of Care/Hospitals have: a particular kind of music. The soft rhythm of footsteps on linoleum. The rustle of scrubs. The steady beep of monitors tracing invisible life. Beneath it all…

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    The Four Seasons of Life

    The Four Seasons of Life From Seoul to São Paulo, from London to Cleebourg and Johannesburg — five voices gather around one virtual table. The result? A conversation that flows like time itself: warm, reflective, and beautifully human. A Global Lunch Becomes a Meditation on Living It started like so many Pineapple moments do —…

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    🥔 Peeling Potatoes 20: Life, Interrupted

    What defines a life? The quiet routines we take for granted… or the moments when everything shatters and forces us to rebuild? In this episode of Peeling Potatoes, Janita and Frank strip back the layers of their own histories. One was betrayed at 25, the other floored by a heart attack at 55. Both discovered…

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    Letters, Sarees & The Birthdays That Changed Everything

    A Story of Love, Letters, and the Quiet Revolution of Modern Romance In a world obsessed with instant messages and midnight cake-cuttings, Ritesh’s story is a gentle rebellion — one wrapped in silk, sealed with a handwritten letter, and scented faintly of nostalgia. What begins as an ordinary birthday soon unfurls into something far deeper…