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On
a winterday I am on the way from Shanghai, destination Frankfurt. The
information panel in front of me says that we should be above of Ulan
Bator. Getting curious, I have a look out of the window of the 747 that
will bring me back home. I can only make out the endless
expanse of Mongolia. Snow, mountains forrest, this view continues
for hours. My country Germany would be only a small dot in this vast
landscape. This is what most Germans forget, we are not as much
important as we think we are...
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