For two days now I haven't been able to get an Internet signal outside the journalists' office to send any emails, which is frustrating. Finally I copied all my stuff onto a CD and was preparing to do the trek to the Internet shop at Rosa-Luxemburg Platz. It was a drag as it was well after nine in the evening. I don't like the one nearer here as he charges double and I always lose my work because he charges before use and then inevitably the computer shuts down before I am ready to click Send. I went upstairs just to check once more, and this time there was the elegant girl who works for Le Monde in Paris, beautiful with long ash brown hair and pale face, but she always looks tired as she has to work long and hard for them covering the political stories. So we tapped away until midnight.
