It’s my third breakfast (the Holiday Inn serves it until 12, definitely to our advantage) in Berlin and it feels it’s been a week already.

A yellow accreditation gets you quite far, and we’re enjoying it to the fullest: spontaneous film screenings, cuts in line, chats with Variety, forgetting to ask for who this interview is, our jury debates, our jury at night, NOT getting tickets for friends… What the OFAJ-DFJW, our organisers, have put up for us here is simply amazing.

To be in a French-German jury enriches our debates and conversations a lot. Instead of having to stick to English, say like in a NISI MASA workshop, we pop out sentences that sounds like stand-up comedy for polyglottes. Certain films feel like they have to be described in French, others in German… you tell me what that means.

I’m just about to meet Ruben Östlund, author of two feature fictio-documentaries I like to describe as "sober", "Gitarrmongot" and the Cannes selected "Involuntary". No more no less than a mirroring of the Swedish way of life, it feels so surreal at times that it almost becomes humiliating, hard to watch. Just like when you feel ashamed for somebody else.

You can find my picture on Michel Gondry’s blog.

Yes… indoor golfing in Berlin.

And a crappy Valentine’s day everyone!