Leaving America Altogether When Costs Get Too High

Amanda Machado writes for Quartz that she left the US for South Africa in part because of money.

Closing Time At Amsterdam’s Betty Boop Coffee Shop And Internet Cafe

I was alone in the now ominously silent Betty Boop Coffee Shop and Internet Café with Helga the Viking to answer to, mobsters waiting in the wings, and no way to pay my tab.

Sweet Dreams: On Returning To The Place You Studied Abroad To Open An Ice Cream Shop

Corrie is a 23 year old American expat partnering with her boyfriend Alberto, a 33 year old from Peru, in their first business venture: running an ice cream shop in Cusco.

Our Man In Istanbul

“You should know,” one of the men says. “This is happening in your country right now, too, isn’t it?”

When I Worked For $1 An Hour

My shifts were from 7pm to midnight. I worked every night except Sunday making $30 a week.

Domestic Work and Tipping in Tanzania

When I first moved into my current house in Dar es Salaam, Tanzania’s commercial capital, my roommate had recently become a godmother to four puppies.

Things That Cost More Than A Trip To The Best Western-Style Hospital in Shanghai

One night at a business-class hotel here is like a fifth or a fourth of a night at a hospital; there it’s like the other way around.

Dollar Guilt in the Land of the Collapsing Ruble

I’ve gotten a 100 percent raise. Not as a reward for hard work or long-term loyalty to my employer, but as a gift of timing. This windfall isn’t a one-off like a bonus, nor is it evenly spaced like paychecks after a promotion. I get richer at random. Almost every time I visit the ATM, what I take out is a smaller slice of what I make than it was the time before. I’m paid in dollars, but I live in Russia, where the currency is currently collapsing; as the ruble loses value, I effectively get a raise. This week alone, at the time of this writing, my salary’s worth has increased by 20%. It’d be a gross simplification, but you could say my raise comes courtesy of Vladimir Putin.