The moment you think the geopolitical pressure points have stabilized, some state actor—or perhaps just the economics of conflict itself—finds a way to shake the foundations.
By Imani Sutton ·
There is a deep, almost visceral comfort in routine—the predictable rhythm of a train arriving on time, or a cargo plane making its scheduled run from Leipzig.
By Caroline Ashford ·
The smell of burning oil, I imagine, clings to everything in Damietta now. It’s not just the physical smoke; it's the acrid scent of escalating geopolitical desperation.
By Aoife Gallagher ·