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I wasn’t born in Frankfurt. I didn’t even grow up here. But it feels like home.
Frankfurt is a place where different cultures mix. It is a place where tall office buildings rise between old ones. Drug junkies lay on the streets where rich ladies wear their newest shoes or dresses from some fancy designer. The poor and the rich, the new and the old, the beautiful and the ugly, the weird and the common… everybody coexists in a sort of happy harmony. I like the multitude of choices. And I consider that these choices exist, because people all over the world found a home. Here.