I grew up in the then tiny village Oxstedt on the North German coast with sandy streets, plenty of farms, fields of orchids, many cows and today it would be said "savoring delicious organic foods" only.

After the usual wrangling with the school and “Service” in the Air Force I made a four-year expedition in the banking industry. The job has been awesome, the people extremely bad. So I'm gone the way back to nature. I've given up the illusion that bickering, power games and scamming the customers would be missing in science and studied marine biology, limnology in Bremen and Gothenburg, Sweden, and in Sendai, Japan, something that later became known as biotechnology.

According to a another five-year survival course in the environmental industry in a leading position after graduation, I lost the faith and fun on "positions must haves”, and swore off everything completely.

Instead, I chose JJ’s - "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to loose!" In Germany it’s equal to a death sentence. But hey - my love and fascination for nature, freedom and the word I have fortunately never lost. Dead also said life longer!

My first article I wrote in 1982 after a long hitch hiking trip of 10,000 clicks through the U.S. of A. in search of Jack Kerouac's America:
"The crack" ("Der Riss") for the magazine "Fernweh” (Wanderlust) – and a long list followed.