To boldly go where I've been a couple of hundred times before
You know, sometimes I look back on the thirty-one years that I have spent on this planet so far, and I can't help thinking that I've blazed quite a trail across this continent of Europe. Being born on the plains of Northern Germany, going through my childhood there during the second coming of Reagan in the 1980s, moving to the Czech Republic just four years after the fall of the Iron Courtain, attending an elite International School there (and not giving a damn about it), or picking myself up after failing my bid at higher education, and going from a school dropout to being hired by one of the most iconic companies on this planet, Apple, and moving to Ireland. Every single station along this way so far has been great, worthwhile, and hugely beneficial. I have met amazing people, seen things that shaped me forever, and learned more than I understood at each of these stops, most of the times without me noticing it. However, the station that remains most prominent in my mind ...