By Daniel Schümmer
I am a German and I love Tel Aviv. I was not always this way, though. I was born in an old German town, Aachen, the point where Holland, Belgium and Germany meet. Until the spring of 1992, when I was about to turn 16, I had not heard anything good about Israel. In fact, I had no desire to come to Israel in the first place. My love for Israel is my father's fault. It was he who forced me to go on yet another international youth exchange, he who pushed me to meet Israelis. And since then, I've been hooked. I'm addicted to Tel Aviv.