Well, thatâ€™s a really good question. And itâ€™s not at all trivial to give an exhaustive answer over the internet. But it is sure worth a try.
Like most other people as well, I am the son my mother and father. I was born on the 26th of December 1978. When I entered this world, I unfortunately didnâ€™t have a name yet because my parents thought Iâ€™d be a girl. And thatâ€™s why I got my name: by an incredible coincidence the 26th of December happens to be Saint Stephanusâ€™ saintâ€™s day. I suppose I was lucky that I wasnâ€™t born on some day like Bonifatius or similar :-)
Since I was the last one of three children my life was rather easy. Both my parents and my two sisters took good care of the â€ślate arrivalâ€ť. The times of kindergarten and elementary school passed by quickly, afterwards high school was on schedule. Despite some blessings of federal regulations (the state I live in doesnâ€™t do an official proposal if pupils are good enough to go to high school, but the high school of choice was in a different state which insisted on such a thing... somewhat of an absurd bureaucratic thingy) I made it through that one as well.
Afterwards, military service was calling for duty. Time for one of the first big decisions in my life. As I didnâ€™t want to lie to the selection office (in other words: I didnâ€™t want to tell them any rubbish about being unable to hold a weapon for moral reasons) it was quickly clear that was going to join the Army. I could do so either for ten months (the mandatory minimum) and approx. 6 â‚¬ per day (which is really, really lousy) or could do something more productive with my time. I decided for the latter and subscribed for a two-year course to become officer in Army Reserve.
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