Having just finished my dinner doner, I am standing in Adleshof, waiting for the tram back to the Bergers' apartment in Karlshorst, when I am approched by a shaggy man. Man (something like): Eisen wien iesen schtraben?

I wait on platform 7 of Berlin Haustbahnoft, the central train station in Berlin. Mathias, for whom I am waiting, has already left, from Berlin Ostbahnoft, to the conference we were planning on going to. Deciding, after an

My foot hurts. As I walk about in my sandals, distrusted by the Germans who feel I am disrespectful of their winter, every step I take sends a shooting pain up the middle of my foot. When I

I'm sitting for my breakfast doner in the dining room of the Hotel Agon. A pretty girl comes up to me. Girl: Do you mind if I join you? Me, pointing: There's an empty

Mathias shows me the office I will be stuck in for the next two weeks. It's too small, and the secretary they have given me doesn't speak English. It is all I can to

I'm sitting on the platform at the main Prague train terminal, waiting for the train to Berlin. As biting wind blows across my neck, I look down at my sandled feet, and start to regret having

The tram I am riding from Andel to Malestranske Namesti has stopped for a red light. Outside, I see a lady in an apron emerge from cake store and show a cake to a man who is waiting

I dry my hands at the hand dryer in the washroom of the beautiful Math-Phys building in Malostranske square. The dryer is heaven. It isn't one of those useless anemic dryers that dribbles cold air like