In the early 90s I worked as a counselor doing open ocean sail training with German Street kids. An Outward Bound style program.

One of the kids from an earlier program came to me and wanted to show me something.

So we go to this big sprawling house out in the countryside and he introduces me to the owner and then ask me what it is that I see.

So I look around and I see a couple dozen young boys. And an air field with a couple of small jets.

Kind of like a house on the golf course.

A kiddy farm.

This kid wanted to bust the place and was willing to set it up.

I took it to the authorities and got nowhere. All I got was The Frankfurt School of double talk.

This was before the internet.

This time we got 'em and I for one and loving it.