IMAGINE THIS. It's the 80s. I grew up in a platinb, one of those gray concrete housing blocks on the edge of a German city.The hallway smelled of cooking from every corner around the world. Turkish spices, Polish soups, German sausages. The playgrounds were full of kids racing, fighting, laughing, dreaming.We had nothing, nothing material. But we had something else. We had love. We had belonging. We had hope.We had commitment and above all we had disbelief. If we would work hard, if we studied hard, if we n ...