When News Becomes a Team Sport

ChatGPT Image Jan 5, 2026, 05_20_53 PM

On a winter evening quite a few years ago, I sat in a rented room—one of those temporary places where the furniture is chosen to survive, not to comfort. The radiator clicked like an impatient metronome. Outside, a streetlamp made the wet pavement shine. I had no plan except to hear a familiar language. I turned on the television.

Within minutes I was watching two countries that occupied the same … Read the rest

Safe Until Further Notice

ChatGPT Image Jan 4, 2026, 01_12_18 PM

Mr. K kept two documents in his desk drawer. One was a residence card that politely promised stability until 2030. The other was a passport that politely promised identity until 2031. He treated both like adults treat seatbelts: he knew they mattered, he hated thinking about why.

On good days, he almost forgot them. He went to work, bought bread, argued with a coffee machine that refused to understand the … Read the rest

Your Faith, Their “Superstition”

ChatGPT Image Dec 25, 2025, 10_09_40 PM

People say it in a relaxed voice, almost kindly: “Look, other religions are nonsense. Mine is the good one.” Then they add a few details, because details make any claim feel more serious. “Their rituals are stupid.” “They’re dirty.” “They have crazy limitations.” “They fast in the daytime and then try to cheat by turning off the lights, as if God can’t see.” Everyone laughs. The laughter has that … Read the rest

The Cross and the Courage to Think

ChatGPT Image Dec 25, 2025, 09_30_55 PM

I have no interest in mocking anyone’s faith. Not because I am afraid of offending people, but because faith is often where people keep their most tender parts: grief, hope, guilt, gratitude, love. If you kick that door down with sarcasm, you do not prove you are intelligent. You prove you are careless.

And yet, if something is truly sacred, it should be able to breathe in daylight. Questions are … Read the rest

The Part of You That Dies First

ChatGPT Image Dec 11, 2025, 01_10_00 PM

Death used to be simple. Your heart stopped, you stopped breathing, the doctor sighed, closed your eyes with two fingers, and that was it. Now we have ventilators, defibrillators, ECMO machines, organ transplantation laws, fMRI scanners and ethics committees. The border between life and death did not move; we just started to see how fuzzy it always was.

Underneath the drama there are very boring facts: cells need oxygen, neurons … Read the rest