Sometimes I draw stuff. Unsettling, isn't it?
Next Saturday I'll be on my way to the region of Lorraine and possibly parts of Belgium, too, for a road trip excursion to memorial sites of World War One, for it has been a hundred years since that douchebag Fritz Haber helped with using chlorine gas on people.
My French is rather terrible due to lack of vocabulary, and I'm missing most non-present tenses. All of my travel companions are even less proficient in French than me, but I'm sure we'll manage somehow. I do wonder though whether I should bring along my heavy dictionaries for an emergency.