When I first visited Sydney in 1999, what struck me most were the cranes. They stood over the city in every direction, building towers, stadiums and rail lines for the Olympic Games. The future was being built, quite literally, in front of my eyes.
I had come partly to meet, at last, the South Australian penfriend I had been writing to since 1991 and whom I later married. Australia had always been my dream destination, but at least at the time I thought it would be a one-off holiday.
It felt refreshing to be in Australia. Back home, The Economist had just called Germany “the sick man of the euro”. Some four million Germans were out of work, and reforms were debated for years before being quietly shelved.
Australia back then was the opposite.