I am an immigrant. I rarely think about my affliction, because I feel at home in Germany (or even most place I visit). My town does not have a police station: it has an office, which is manned for a few hours a week, and it has an auxiliary policeman, who gives out (very few) traffic tickets. It's safe to walk the streets at night. Weaker children get bullied at school, as they do the world over. Occasionally, criminals will cruise through town and break into a house, usually those foolish enough to leave a window open. The town is home several nationalities, all of which have assimilated. The only outward signs are two Chinese restaurants, two kebab stands, a Thai restaurant, pizzerias, two Italian ice cream stores, an Indian restaurant, a Vietnamese restaurant, and a Turkish green grocer. Standard stuff.
I have read that a neighboring village (and this is really a farm village) is a hotbed of neo-naziism. I have seen no sign of these people, although there is one congruent feature, which I could never understand: Kennedy's Irish Pub.
During a recent convalescent walk, I did spot the below bit of (poor-quality) graffiti on a bench on a path between my town and the alleged hotbed of nationalism. It reads: "Bruchkoebel (the name of my town) must remain German". I'm not sure where these people get there information, but this town seems quintessentially German. The percentage of foreigners is far below the assumed percentage of right-leaning citizens. Foreigners add to the overall flavor of the community, making it a good place to live. Racial purity would make it as boring as the neighboring village...
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.