I just realized something today.
Yes, Marburg was the worst experience of my life. I spent nine months clinically depressed. I failed so many times to establish relationships that I came scarily close to giving up on anything.
But if I had never gone, I never would have been introduced to the anime Princess Tutu.
In fact, I would probably not have rekindled my love of anime at all. Thanks to my one friend in that country, anime became a lifeline.
Was it worth nine months of depression? Probably no. But is it a damn good show? Yes. I can finally say that something good came out of that experience.
Note: This is not a show for people who do not already have a healthy respect for anime. The first six episodes seem silly and girly and fluffy and weird. But if you can watch every episode from beginning to end without shedding a tear, you have no soul.
