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memories of time spent being patched up for play-related scrapes and worse let me to the hospital to make my living. I went to medical school at the Rheinische Friedrich Wilhelm Universitat in Bonn, which at that time was the provisional capital of Germany. We actually called it the "capital village," a small town with a very international character. While taking my final boards (a rather protracted, laborious, and intense torture) I decided with one of my friends that each night before the next exam we would go to the dumbest movie we could find. One night we failed, and ended captivated by a movie called Dream Street of the World. We were fascinated, and as we walked out we thought, one day we will drive that street. After my internship in Germany, I decided to turn that dream into a reality and initially came to New Jersey to earn some money. My friend and I saved enough to buy a VW convertible and at the end of our internships started on a six-month trip through the United States, including Alaska, traveling down the "Dream Street" of the world. It was then I realized that I wanted to remain in the United States.

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