July 1991, my first trip to the US, the fulfilment of my American Dream: I touched down at Dulles Airport in DC and was picked up by my driver and driven through the affluent suburbs of DC to my hotel in Georgetown. Me, the village boy from Southern Germany, had landed for the first time on another continent. The streets were wide, the cars big, the people cool and the delicious Burger joints everywhere, It felt greater than landing on the moon. Later I had the pleasure of living four years in the wolrd’s greatest city.