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    <story name="neuschwanstein"
           image="images/neuschwanstein_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/neuschwanstein_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Neuschwanstein (literally "new swan stone") is a located near the Bavarian town of 
                Füssen. It was built from 1869 to 1886 by King Ludwig II. The castle was never
                actually completed because construction was halted after the King's mysterious death
                (he and his psychiatrist were found dead on the shore of a lake near München).
            </p>
            <p>
                The inside is almost as beautiful as the outside with motifs inspired by swans, lions,
                and the works of Wagner. Unfortunately, interior pictures are not allowed.
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
        <text lang="de">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Neuschwanstein liegt in der Nähe der bayrischen Stadt Füssen. Es wurde 
                von 1869 bis 1886 von König Ludwig II erbaut. Das Schloss wurde niemals 
                fertig, weil der Aufbau nach dem geheimnisvollen Tod des Königs 
                gestoppt wurde.
            </p>
            <p>
                Das Innere des Schlosses ist genau so schön wie die Außenseite. Die 
                Motive sind von Schwänen, Löwen und Wagners Kunst inspiriert. Leider 
                sind Photos der Innenräume verboten.
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="prison"
           image="images/goteburg_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/goteburg_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Outside of the harbour in Göteborg is a small island, which was once
                a prison. Three actors show visitors around the island. They can all
                speak nearly perfect German, English and, I presume, Swedish. The actor
                that you can see here is a prisoner and explains what the life of a
                prisoner was like on the island (it wasn't very pleasant). Another
                actor plays the superintendant of the prison and explains the history
                of the island. The last plays the wife of the prison's priest and she
                conducts a tour of the chapel.
            </p>
            <p>
                I did the tour with my German friend Michael, who generously decided
                that we should take the tour in German, in order to improve my German
                skills. Thanks Michael!
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
        <text lang="de">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Außerhalb Göteborgs Hafen liegt eine kleine Insel, die einmal ein
                Gefängnis war. Drei Schauspieler führen die Besucher in einem
                Rundgang über die Insel. Alle Schauspieler können fast perfektes
                Deutsch, Englisch und natürlich Schwedisch sprechen. Der Schauspieler,
                den Sie hier sehen können, spielt einen Gefangenen. Er beschreibt das Leben
                der
                Gefangenen (es war nicht sehr schön). Der zweite Schauspieler spielt den
                Meister des Gefängnis und er erklärt die Geschichte der Insel. Die
                letzte Schauspielerin spielt die Ehefrau des Priesters und zeigt die Kapelle. 
            </p>
            <p>
                Wir machten den deutschen Rundgang, weil Michael, der ein deutscher
                Freund von mir ist, Lust hatte, mein Deutsch zu verbessern. Dankeschön
                Michael!
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="koenigstein"
           image="images/koenigstein_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/koenigstein_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                The fortress Königstein ("Kings Stone") was built around 1250. It sits atop
                a large plateau 240m above the Elbe beside a small town, which is also called
                Königstein.
                The walls of the fortress are 2200m long and 40m high. Aside from it's massive
                height, the fortresses has other impressive defenses e.g. there is long and
                steeply inclined corridor at the entrance of the fortress, where the defenders
                could roll down heavy cylinders to crush any attackers. The fortress has never
                been captured.
            </p>
            <p>
                Today, the fortress is a popular tourist attraction (especially among mountain
                climbers). It has an especially good Christmas market in the winter.
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
        <text lang="de">
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            <p>
                Die Festung Königstein wurde um 1250 erbaut. Sie liegt auf einem großen
                Felsplateau (240m über der Elbe) neben einem sächsischen Ort, der
                auch Königstein heißt. Die Mauer der Festung ist 2200m lang und 40m hoch.
                Auch die anderen Verteidigungseinrichtungen sind beeindruckend z.B. 
                gibt es einen
                schrägen Korridor, wo die Verteidiger sehr schwere Zylindern gegen die
                Angreifer rollen lassen konnten. Königstein wurde niemals erobert. 
            </p>
            <p>
                Heute hat die Festung viele Besucher (inklusive Bergsteiger). Im Winter gibt
                es einen tollen Weihnachtsmarkt. 
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="camera"
           image="images/camera_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/camera_big.jpg">
        <text lang="de">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Eine Camera obscura ist einfach ein dunkler Raum mit einer kleinen
                Öffnung, durch die Lichtstrahlen scheinen können.
            </p>
            <p>
                Die Lichtstrahlen streinen durch die Öffnung und fallen auf
                die Wand gegenüber der Öffnung. Auf der Wand kann man das Bild von
                Draußen sehen (aber alles steht auf dem Kopf). Künstler benutzten
                die Camera obscura weil die Proportionen der projektierten Bilder
                genau waren.
            </p>
            <p>
                Die Camera obscura in den Technischen Sammlungen der Stadt Dresden
                zeigt die Straße, an der das Museum legt. Man kann umgekehrte
                Straßenbahnen, Autos und Fußgänger sehen. Alles sieht schwarzweiß
                aus. Ich vermute, dass es so wenig Licht gibt, so dass unsere
                Augen die Farben nicht erkennen können.
            </p>
            <p>
                Statt einer Einzelöffnung hat die Camera obscura in
                Dresden ein Rad mit vielen kleinen Öffnungen darin.
                Die Öffnungen haben verschiedene Größen und man kann
                eine durch Drehen des Rades auswählen. Bei den 
                kleinen Öffnungen wird das Bild scharf aber dunkel.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="brianchicken"
           image="images/brianchicken_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/brianchicken_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                This photo was taken at a park outside of Amsterdam. My brother
                and I rented bikes near the city center and spent the entire day
                riding. We brought bottled water, a few bananas, and some almond
                cookies.
            </p>
            <p>
                The park is home to a flock of chickens. Here I am trying
                to hand feed one a cookie.
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
        <text lang="de">
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            <p>
                Dieses Foto wurde in einem Park außerhalb Amsterdams aufgenommen. Mein 
                Bruder und ich mieteten Fahrräder in der Innenstadt und fuhren den 
                ganzen Tag. Wir nahmen Wasser, ein Paar Bananen und 
                Mandelkekse mit.
            </p>
            <p>
                Im Park lebt ein Hühnervolk. Hier versuche ich, einen Hahn zu füttern.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="raytracer"
           image="images/raytracer_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/raytracer_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
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            <p>
                Like every computer science student with even a mild interest in computer
                graphics, I wrote a very simple raytracer while I was in university. This
                picture is all that remains of that project.
            </p>
            <p>
                The scene consists of four solid spheres surrounding
                a large spherical mirror. There is also a flat mirror far behind the camera,
                which is why there are four small reflections in the middle of the spherical
                mirror.  
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
        <text lang="de">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Wie jeder Informatikstudent mit auch nur dem geringsten Interesse an
                Computergrafik schrieb ich einen sehr einfachen Raytracer während
                meines Studiums. Dieses Bild ist das einzige übriggebliebene Ergebnis
                dieses Projekts.
            </p>
            <p>
                In diesem Bild gibt es vier feste Sphären die um einen sphärischen Spiegel
                liegen.
                Es gibt noch einen Spiegel hinter der Kamera. Deshalb sieht man vier 
                kleine Reflexionen in der Mitte des sphärischen Spiegels. 
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="oberwiesental"
           image="images/oberwiesental_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/oberwiesental_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                This picture was taking with my cellular phone camera on the
                ski slopes in the city of Oberwiesental (literally "above meadow 
                valley"), a small city in the Sächsischen Schweiz. The Sächsische
                Schweiz (Saxonian Switzerland) is the German part of a small 
                mountain range that runs along both sides of the Elbe valley.
                In addition to providing convenient skiing to people living in
                Saxony, the Sächsische Schweiz provides stunning scenerie for
                the entire Elbe region.
            </p>
            <p>
                The fellow with the jester hat is a Gary Maynard, a friend and
                colleague of mine.
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
        <text lang="de">
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            <p>
                Dieses Foto wurde auf der Skipiste in Oberwiesental mit meiner 
                Handykamera aufgenommen. Oberwiesental liegt in der Sächsischen Schweiz 
                und bietet den Leuten in Sachsen einen passenden Platz, um Ski zu fahren.
            </p>
            <p>
                Der Mann mit der Narrenmütze ist Gary Maynard, der ein Freund und Kollege 
                von mir ist.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="brianredsea"
           image="images/redsea_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/redsea_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                This photo was taken by my Uncle Ed (using my camera) in the Red
                Sea. The fellow to my left is our Dive Master. 
            </p>
            <p>
                At the end of this particular dive, we chose an unusually boring
                spot to make our safety stop. The bottom was sandy and there
                were no interesting fish around. So we spent five minutes
                taking pictures of each other (and breathing off nitrogen).
            </p>
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        </text>
        <text lang="de">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Dieses nahm mein Onkel Ed (mit meiner Kamera) im Roten Meer auf. Der 
                Mensch links von mir ist unser Tauchmeister.
            </p>
            <p>
                Am Schluss dieses Tauchganges, wählten wir einen ungewöhnlich 
                langweiligen Platz um den Sicherheitshalt zu machen. Der Boden war 
                sandig und es gab keine interessante Fische zu sehen. Deshalb benutzten 
                wir unsere fünf Minuten, um Fotos von einander zu machen (und um Stickstoff
                auszuatmen).
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="horseback"
           image="images/horsecam_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/horsecam_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                This picture was taken with my cellular phone camera from
                the back of a horse while riding though a small community
                in Oberloschwitz. Loschwitz is a district of Dresden that lays to
                the north of the Blue Wonder (a moderately famous bridge).
            </p>
            <p>
                The stable that I was riding with, Stall Irmisch, is excellent
                because, among other reasons, they
                are located several hundred meters up the Elbe valley slope, providing
                excellent views of Dresden and the surrounding country side.
                Unfortunately, my riding skill makes it more practical to take
                pictures while walking slowly through the city rather than galloping
                next to the cliff edge.
            </p>
            <p>
                On this particular day, I was riding Doru, my favorite horse.
                Before becoming ill he was an excellent jumping horse. He has
                since completely recovered but is no longer able to jump
                competitively. He is still exceptionally spirited but friendly and
                well trained.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="garybeer"
           image="images/garybeer_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/garybeer_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                At the Max Planck Institute for Molecular Cell Biology and Genetics
                (MPI-CBG), there is a beer hour every Friday, which is hosted 
                by each department on a rotating basis. While most sessions consist
                of a few crates of beer and some bread and cheese, the computer
                department has a reputation for hosting elaborate beer sessions.
                We picked a carnival theme for this one (previous themes include
                beer tasting, casino night, and 80s video games).
            </p>
            <p>
                In this picture, Gary Maynard, a friend and colleague of mine, is
                standing next to the 16 crates of beer that we purchased.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="kevingoats"
           image="images/kevingoats_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/kevingoats_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                This photo was taken at a park outside of Amsterdam. My brother
                and I rented bikes near the city center and spent the entire day
                riding. We brought bottled water, a few bananas, and some almond
                cookies.
            </p>
            <p>
                Here Kevin is feeding two goats some of our cookies. This was a
                huge sacrifice on his part as he considers Dutch almond cookies
                the most delicious food in existence.
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="thistlegorm"
           image="images/thistle_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/thistle_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                This photo was taken from the bow of the SS Thistlegorm in the
                Red Sea. The fellow standing on the prow pretending to
                be Leonardo DiCaprio is the Dive Master.
            </p>
            <p>
                The SS Thistlegorm was a 128m long merchant ship sunk by German
                fighters in 1941. It lies about 30m below the surface and is a
                very popular dive site. The interior is filled with ammunition,
                trucks, motorcycles and light-armoured vehicles, while the 
                surrounding area is teaming with fish (and two locomotives that
                were thrown out of the holds).
            </p>
            <p>
                The two dives that I made at the Thistlegorm are among my
                favorite. They were well worth shivering through the six hour
                boat trip that began at 3am. 
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="burano"
           image="images/burano_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/burano_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Burano is an amazingly picturesque island in the Venetian
                Lagoon. In addition to it's pastel houses, it is famous for
                it's (disappearing) lace industry.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="crash"
           image="images/crash_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/crash_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                I took this picture while taking the tram to play badminton
                one weekend. It shows the normal tram route information but with
                an error dialog above it. The text in the dialog reads: 
                "Ein gleicher Name ist bereits im Netzwerk vorhanden." or
                "The same name is already present on the network." 
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="lockedout"
           image="images/lockedout_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/lockedout_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                My brother Kevin and I arrived early at the Eiffel Tower in order
                to visit it
                before it was completely overrun with tourists. We also chose
                to walk up to the second platform, rather than take the elevator,
                to avoid waiting in line
                (and also because we are big fans of physically punishing
                holidays). 
            </p>
            <p>
                Unfortunately, access to the first platform was blocked by
                a locked gate. Several of our fellow climbers were able
                to phone their tour leaders, who were waiting at the base of the
                tower, and have them contact the tower staff. About twenty minutes
                later an
                embarassed and very apologetic man came to open the gate for us.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="firealarm"
           image="images/firealarm_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/firealarm_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                The opening months of the BioInnovation Zentrum in Dresden were not
                completely trouble free. Here the Dresdener Feuerwehr is investigating
                another (later determined to be false) alarm while the tenants
                enjoy a few minutes in the sun.
            </p>
            ]]>
        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="forbiddentomb"
           image="images/forbiddentomb_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/forbiddentomb_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                This picture was taken inside one of the smaller tombs surrounding the
                great Pyramids at Giza by an Egyptian Tourist Policeman. 
            </p>
            <p>
                While the tomb itself was interesting, the process involved in being
                allowed to see it was even more so. Ostensibly the tomb was closed
                but, when I asked the Tourist Policeman guard about it's contents,
                he offered to give me a tour for 50 Egyptian pounds (&lt;US$8). Also,
                the tomb was quite dark and flash photography was absolutely
                forbidden...
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="stag"
           image="images/junggesellenabend_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/junggesellenabend_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Collecting kisses is a fairly common stag night/bachelor
                party/Junggesellenabend activity. Here Falko is
                demonstrating how seriously he takes it.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="simone"
           image="images/simone_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/simone_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                In January of 2005, my brother Kevin came to visit me
                in Germany. During a train ride to Prague, my brother
                introduced me to the game "Boggle", which I implemented
                quickly and crudely on my laptop.
            </p>
            <p>
                In this picture, we are trying to play Boggle in our
                hostel in Naples but Simon (whose name we decided to
                pronounce simon-eh), is thwarting us. He seemed to
                enjoy the heat produced by my laptop and also the
                attention that he got whenever he sat on it.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="kiss"
           image="images/kiss_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/kiss_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                In this photo my boss John is dressed to attend a Kiss
                concert.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="suits"
           image="images/suits_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/suits_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                In 2000 I was working for a startup company in Boston with my
                friends Ajay (center) and Michael (right). This picture of us
                pretending to work in a boardroom was taken for corporate
                propaganda purposes. 
            </p>
            <p>
                This is one of the few pictures of (a fat looking) me wearing a
                suite. I shows off my old square haircut and spaghetti-splatter
                tie nicely.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="kotzen"
           image="images/kotzen_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/kotzen_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                A very pessimistic T-Shirt that I saw at the
                Dresden Stadtfest in 2005. The literal translation would be:
                "One can (absolutely) not eat as much as one would like to
                vomit". 
            </p>
            <p>
                In German, as in English, vomiting can be used as a metaphor
                for extreme intellectual discomfort e.g. the poverty was so
                extreme that it made me sick/puke/vomit. So the meaning of
                text on the T-Shirt is that there is so much to be sick
                about that one would not be able to eat enough to vomit over
                it all. 
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="pretzel"
           image="images/krispretzel_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/krispretzel_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                In this picture, my sister Kris is eating a pretzel near
                Marienplatz in Munich. Kris had arrvied from Toronto only a
                few hours before but still had the energy to see most of the
                old city before collapsing in the evening.
            </p>
            <p>
                Also, the women who sold me this pretzel was the first person, with whom
                I wasn't already acquainted, to complement my German.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="sinai"
           image="images/sinaidawn_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/sinaidawn_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                Hiking up Mount Sinai to see the sun rise is a fairly popular
                activity for tourists in Egypt. Unfortunately, our tour group
                arrived at the base of the mountain on the day after Ramadan,
                so there were no camels to take people to the summit (which
                must be ascended by foot). 
            </p>
            <p>
                Everyone in my tour group, except myself and one other fellow,
                chose to return to bed rather than hike up the mountain at
                night. We had to hike quickly to make it to the top before
                sunrise. Afterwards, on the peak, I felt very cold
                because the exertion of the hike was over and my sweat started
                cooling. But every other aspect of the experience was simply
                fantastic!
            </p>
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    </story>
    <story name="pyramidclose"
           image="images/pyramidclose_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/pyramidclose_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                From a distance, the great pyramids at Giza look quite smooth
                and regular. But up close they appear to be a nearly random
                arrangement of irregular blocks. Here my Aunt Cecil is posing
                near one of their bases.
            </p>
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                XXX
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    <story name="malta"
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            <p>
                This is a picture taken from somewhere in the Grand Harbour in
                Valetta, Malta.
            </p>
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    </story>
    <story name="tuscanpool"
           image="images/tuscanpool_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/tuscanpool_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                My sister and father sitting pool-side at the Tuscan
                villa we rented during our trip in the summer of 2005.
            </p>
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        </text>
    </story>
    <story name="office"
           image="images/office_small.jpg"
           image-link="images/office_big.jpg">
        <text lang="en">
            <![CDATA[
            <p>
                One of my colleages used this picture as his desktop background
                for nearly two years. The position, angle and field of view make
                the picture blend nearly perfectly into our office background,
                as seen from his desk.
            </p>
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