Frankfurt, Germany, 7.45am, the sun was shining sort of horizontal. After a decent night with some beers and some interesting talk with an American couple (wife's job: partnership consultant; husband's name: J. Davis Sharp, the third... ...maybe my son will be Tobias, the second:-) and Mark, my old-days flatmate in St. Gallen now working in Frankfurt, I was walking to my car. Seeing it from far away, I could not see anything special - however, there was that feeling. A bad feeling. And right: the rightern Window was smashed. Bloody hell! The first week of my world-trip and being robbed. If this is the pace, I will have nothing left but a steering wheel in 2 months' time. Worse than the window: the laptop was stolen, together with the small digital camera, some battery charging devices for the big camera and the mobile and the cool survival watch given as a good-bye present by my BCG mates. Well, Germany, one day I will strike back!