My grandparents were holocaust survivors and what you just said is all I’ve been thinking about the last couple weeks, few months really. I keep imagining I went back in time to Berlin 1932 and have a chat with the family. They’re gone now but I’m 100% convinced they would tell me to fucking run. I’ve got the opportunity and means right now the get the fuck out while the getting is good. It’s something I’ve wanted to do for a while now anyway. People migrate all the time with nothing but the shirt on their backs, and I can do significantly better. Worst case, I come back in a few years with some more international experience. Best case…well…best case is still a pretty bad scenario, because it means I made the right decision, which means…bad stuff…