unpredictable

I'm still relatively new to Berlin (just hit the 2.5 year mark), but upon moving here, I unexpectedly reconnected with ex-classmates from my year on exchange in France, one of whom is L. We were both non-German art history majors with no prior ties to Berlin, and yet we both somehow ended up here around the same time to pursue different paths.

Conclusion: Life is unpredictable. and awesome!

Public Transport Malfunction

Continuation of The Hand Trick. The same weird format again. I'm bad at predicting how much space my comics will take, and too lazy to redraw everything or edit it later. So yes.

Nutella is fuel

Good times (in retrospect).

And this is proof.

Devancy

Actually, come to think of it, I have drawn one before.

The Moon and Tides and Parisians

Got up early today because the carpenter was coming to fix something at 8am. While surfing on BBC half-asleep I came across an article about the "Paris Syndrome" from 2006. I'd kind of heard about it while I was living there, but I didn't know that about a dozen people are affected by it every year.

"That is what some polite Japanese tourists suffer when they discover that Parisians can be rude or the city does not meet their expectations. The experience can apparently be too stressful for some and they suffer a psychiatric breakdown."

"This year alone (2006), the Japanese embassy in Paris has had to repatriate four people with a doctor or nurse on board the plane to help them get over the shock. ... On average, up to 12 Japanese tourists a year fall victim to it, mainly women in their 30s with high expectations of what may be their first trip abroad. ... However, the only permanent cure is to go back to Japan - never to return to Paris."

Yes, we all know that Parisians suck (even Parisians will admit to it), but psychiatric breakdowns, really? I know we're a sensitive bunch of people accustomed to cushy customer service, but still. I shouldn't make fun of people suffering breakdowns, but I find this slightly comic.

Anywho. Totally unrelated comic. This is my preferred explanation of how tides work:

Et alors?

Yay! New entires on my five favourite blogs!

Anywho. To make up for my laziness yesterday, here's a comic about Antonio, a slightly creepy older Italian guy that I met in Paris. He used to work at an Italian language centre where I took classes one summer. I didn't really want to hang out with him, but he had a motorcycle.

 I hung out with him that one time, and he called persistently for a while after that, even after I told him that I was already seeing someone. His reaction every time was "Boyfriend? So what?"

Ugh.