10 years ago, I was sitting on my bed in a small German village I had grown up in. In my hands, I was holding a letter. A letter that required a decision and an answer.And I was crying. I had already decided that I was going to go off to university soon to major in psychology and I was really looking forward to my new future. But in that moment, I wasn't very happy.I was crying because the letter I was holding in my hands told me that I also had to choose a minor subject. I was going to do communication or ...