A trainload of new Land Rover Defenders sits at a platform in Aschaffenburg, Germany—the town of my birth. Will these Defenders ever see real, hard-core off-road use? Do they resent that Discovery behind the white Defender on the top level, since they were born without solid axles but rather with numerous suspension parts shared with their three-row sibling? Where are they headed? To these questions, I have no answers.
I reject the premise that you were born in Germany. If that were true, it would be impossible for you to have such a high tolerance for disorder. I suppose it does leave open the possibility that the Germans evaluated you early in life and strongly urged your deportation.