I found myself in awe of the work done on Berlin. Consequently, I didn't photograph many people in interesing situations. Perhaps it's the tourist thing, but once again I found the people, I did come into contact with, to be friendly and helpful. I got to use the little bit of German I learned when there in 1967-69.I found not as many English speakers in what was Eastern Germany.
As I was buying my subway ticket to Friedrichstrasse, a man came up to the teller and he was covered in blood. He looked like he was in a barroom fight. He asked the clerk something in German, ans she told him to get out. He then turned to me, and asked something, and all I could say was, "nicht verstehen", I don't understand. He then left. I should have taken a photo, but then again I'm glad I didn't, it was real messy.