Not only do we Germans love the cheeky little Gaul and his chubby ("No, I'm not chubby.") friend Obelix: Asterix's adventures against Julius Caesar and the Romans, who are defeated with the help of a magic potion, have been translated into countless languages and dialects, each embedded in the national context. Sometimes very freely, sometimes truly brilliantly. Just think of the names, even if Methusalix could have fared worse: In Finland, he became Senilix, in the USA, Arthritix. Jörg Fündling recounts the history of the comic, which began in the French youth magazine Pilote. He portrays the writers, illustrators, and translators, and shows the impact that each volume has had, which ones we particularly enjoy reading, like "Asterix at the Olympic Games," and why, for example, "Asterix in the Goths" does not resonate in the same way. Impressively.