My plan was not to live in the U.S., so I studied international studies and in my senior year in 1991, I went to Romania. At the time, I wasn’t particularly interested in Central Europe, though I spoke German and thought Poland and the Czech Republic would be fine. I was more concerned about the Balkans and the Soviet Union. I spent half a year in Romania, but after a while, I thought, “I want to go somewhere else.” So, I headed back to Berlin, stopping along the way in Prague to visit a friend. On day three, I realized I wasn’t ready to leave, and something clicked.