The Boy Who Wanted Out
In a Swabian village, the path was drawn before I could walk it: study something solid, take over the family business, build a house, park a Daimler in front of it.
But I wanted out. Into sport. Into the world. Onto my own path.
At fourteen, I turned a CD burner into my first business. Later I left for university in Cologne – against everything that had been planned for me. A bike instead of the Daimler. A shared flat instead of a house. The world instead of the village.