The Berlin

Julian Schafer, as you name, is one of those apparent travelers who seems to been everywhere in the world. If you ask him where then prepare your head to go into a spin of madness but according to him, there’s certain places he feels like he's never been there (even though you guessed it, he's been there). California, and Berlin, Germany. It's a paradigm whenever he's about to go somewhere. He dreads it, packs sloppily, and nearly misses his flight. But, once he gets on that plane, he's a completely different person. Why does he feel like that? It's partly due to the quick and sudden movements his mom and him faced before they settled in Australia. He was born in California but then moved to New York and eventually Berlin and more recently to Australia. He never really got time to settle in a place and he was to a point, deprived of freedom and effectively killing any chances of meaningful relationships among people. But eventually, much to his joy he discovered the art of fitting in for once in Australia. Life is good for him now, you can say and he barely travels meaning he gets time to relax, hang out with friends and get stuffed into cable TV and popcorns or something. However, Julian does not know that a bombshell is about to be placed upon him, forcing him to get out of "travel retirement" and embark on a journey across two continents with his mother gnawing on his feet at the same time, what will this trip bring for him?