Granma is very ill, home is a mess, my parents are getting even more crazy than usual and all the people in this little seaside village are making me depressed (but that's the only really normal thing). Coming back home is a real pleasure (like it was to be expected). While studying my useless anthropology books (I wonder if I am still in a design class) I've found time to re-style and finish this drawing. It's a homage to some not-very-old happy times. Enjoy it for me, because at this moment I feel a bit like Eleanor Rigby and her f**** jar.