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I arrived in Germany in December of 1989. It was my 1st dance with jet lag. Having never been out of the country and only out of Oklahoma twice, I thought something was horribly wrong! Had I been poisoned? Was it the airline food? Had a fellow passenger been the carrier of some unknown, rare parasite from the dark continent? I was a 22 year old hillbilly from the foothills of the Ozark mountains, what did I know! But soon I learned about jet lag. I WAS GOING TO LIVE!
The first time you leave home in a big way for an indefinite amount of time, it’s hard on a person. I don’t care how great a place is. You get home sick, desperately home sick. It takes a while, about six months in my case. I finally settled in and started living! Four years total in Germany. Lots of…
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