March 19th, 2009.

In October 2008, I moved to Berlin, found a roommate. One week after I moved in, I was diagnosed with cancer.

After the first 2 chemos, I started loosing my hair and asked my roommate to cut it short. I took this pic one morning, in between trips to Strasbourg every 8 days to get cured.

Berlin kann tödlich sein

Haven't posted in ages and now that winter's almost back, here are some pictures from last winter/spring...

Christmas' Apocalypse

I was in Elsass for a few days, and stayed at a friend's. We fought all the time, which never happened during those last 7 years.

On the 25th, I went to my grandparents'. I was all the more reluctant as they're often telling me how surprised they are I didn't end up being a cashier (yeah, well,  I have a Master Degree), and how lucky I am to work on shitty translations. 

Actually it was pretty nice as they ignored me, while I was surprised my cousins remembered me from 2 years ago, and even asked me about Berlin. 

I ended up taking lots of pictures to get away from the atmosphere, but ended up crying anyway. 

My aunt and her guy are great though.