When the train was rolling through southern Germany and my home region of Baden last Saturday on my way to my parents, I realized how blessed this region is….

Green hills, harvested fields, little towns with their churches, busy people…

It’s all so astonishingly neat, so clean, so perfect… It’s like they comb the lawn because everything else is already clean.

You see how rich the region is… minimal unemployment, small and medium enterprises that might be the world export leader of some weird mechanical part…

The people of Baden-Württemberg can do anything. Except speaking high German. After Fukushima, they voted for Germany’s first Green Minister-President of a state government, ousting the conservatives after an eternity in power.

It’s nice to come home, and it’s such a contrast to big city life with its bustling night life, traffic, dirt…

Of course I was woken up in the morning at 8.30 by a lawn mower… It was so absurd it was funny.

People I don’t know wish me a nice day when I cross them in the street of our village. How nice is that? And it feels weird after all the city life.

I really like it. I just know, I’m a big city person. So here’s to South America’s mega cities…