Drawing shits #1

End of August : Tahrace versus the dutch language. 

"Danke je wel, Goedenavond mevrouw, waar kom je vandaan?.... WHAAAT ?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PRONOUNCE IT ?!"

2 September : The Departure. Tahrace versus the suitcases.

I'm only 1m55, and my suitcase is 2/3 of my height.

"NO WORRIES. No, really, I don't see where the PROBLEM is."

...And well, it triggers some stranges situations. Like getting stopped by a security officer from the vigipirate plan, for "suspicious luggage".

" - This suitcase weighs as heavy as you, don't try to fool me ! CUT THE BULLSHIT YOUNG GIRL !

- But I swear..."

3 September : In the train. Cognitive linguistic selection. Nevermind the language, I KNOW when someone's talking about food.

"blablabla COOKIES blablabla MELK blabla SNICKERS..."

6 Septembre : AMSTERDAM