We take a train from the green Austrian Alps into the gray concrete of Berlin. The scenery moves like flipping pages from a picture book....

I was staying in a friend’s basement in Brooklyn near a Hasidic neighborhood. There had been torrential flooding the week before and the...

Room 305 in the Bowery Hotel smelled like sex, meaning the juices of desire and the dank odor of sweat. Jack was dripping in heat and...

Apartheid had ended, but the stench of it refused to leave Cape Town. Everything changed, but somehow nothing had changed. Things were as...