Jack Orlik
Jack likes strange things about Berlin - the drunks, the punks, the cold and the dirt. He came here to be a writer, but has turned into a sort of urban archaeologist, filling his flat with shards of a guitar smashed over Senefelderplatz, photographs pushed from Neukolln windows, and personal notes found on the U-Bahn. Feel free to drop by his blog at http://www.jackorlik.wordpress.com or send him an email.
