The expat strategy to establish meaningful relationships

“Why on earth am I doing this?”, I thought while I was disentangling my home made gnocchi before boiling them. I was attending one of the usual expat events that we were used to arrange in Gent. Those house parties where everyone brings something. You know, that mix of coziness, chaos, companionship, competition. That evening I cooked a rucola pesto and around a kilo of fresh gnocchi. I…