Growing Up in Stuttgart
I grew up in Stuttgart, Germany, in a middle-class family -- the eldest of three brothers, with Levin and Maik coming after me. It wasn't a household of pressure or strictness. My parents gave me room. I could mostly do what I wanted, and what I wanted, mostly, was to play.
School came easily. The more engaged I was, the easier it got, and I sailed through Schickard-Schule without ever needing the discipline that other kids had drilled into them. There were no soft drinks at home, just water and the occasional juice -- but with friends came the LAN parties, whole nights of gaming and pizza and sweets, no awareness of any of it, just the pure short-term pleasure of a kid who liked to indulge. That part of me -- playful, pleasure-seeking, allergic to boredom -- never fully left. I would spend my adult life learning not to suppress it but to build a life where it could play without wrecking me.
What stayed constant from the start: sport, nature, adventure, and books. I read for fun and I read to grow. I valued contribution, freedom, and autonomy long before I had words for them.