I zee very well!

Traveling is always a learning experience. Being in Paris for a week now, I’ve learned how much I had taken good lighting for granted. It turns out that walking in a pitch-black stairwell is quite difficult. As an American, my first instinct was to launch myself down the stairs in my dormitory and get started working on a lawsuit. I soon thought better of it. First, the school has no money to take. If they can’t afford to change a light bulb, how would they be able to pay a 2 million Euro settlement? Second, waiting for my payout I would have to walk around as a cripple – in a city not exactly known for being handicap accessible.  

Similar challenging is doing one’s business in a dark bathroom stall. Doors which extend from floor to ceiling do provide added privacy, but at the expense of one of the most important senses: sight.  Once again the lawsuit reflex was triggered. Emotional pain, intense humiliation, clothes forever ruined, all of these would be applicable. Somehow I don't think the judge would be sympathetic. I will stop complaining now because I know some people have it much worse. Mr. Janitor at the New York school for the blind, we salute you.