This cartoon is a kind of ars poetica - I mean it is really related to my own life, but is rather a "science" fiction in this form; it only explains the reason why I decided finally not to be involved in brain science and neuroanatomy... I had then a friend who started every one of his working days with a small guillotine and a rat... For a guy singing (if we can call it singing) in a death metal band, this was OK, but I thought that for a woman (or more exactly for me) this was simply too much. I decided that I could not live this way, I could not explain my kids what I was doing or why I was doing it... So here is the cartoon about these mixed feelings...
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