My life saving grip was pulling back on the shoulder of our blind waiter, Constanza. While she was swiftly gliding in the total darkness to table 26, I was doing a hesitant, insecure shuffle. She placed my hands on the back of a wooden chair. Helplessly standing there, I listened to the German banter of other diners and tried to paint a visual of the room. I imagined an upside down scalene triangle, and our table was at the base.

Sunday, August 12, 2007. What can you handle and how thick is the glass encompassing your true brew? My volume was tested my first day at Reuters TV in Berlin - a birthday party and a competitive invitation to test my abilities. The once icy mugs were warming with the relaxed grip, exposing the wild ones who were lining up Yagermeister shots; the heav.

Saturday, July 21, 2007. Why is her face painted red? Exhibit-goer and student Joe.

As I cut through the city, springing off the cobblestone, and jetting down to the Elbe River, I could not stop thinking about the death and rubble these streets endured.