Hello,  and welcome to my website. My name is Olaf and I was born in 1963 in the beautiful city of Delmenhorst in the  vicinity of Bremen, which is remarkebly bigger and better known. You never heard of Delmenhorst ... ? Never mind,  you didn`t miss much. My parents probably thouhgt just the same, so I spent most of my childhood and teens on the beautiful island of Wangerooge.
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Once upon a time ... It is the year 1976 ... not too long ago CB-radio had been legalized  in Germany and is booming, so that the 12 channels are not nearly  enough. This 13-year-old kid that -for  unknown reasons- had always been  interested in electronics, is about to  convince his parents that one of those  new CB toys simply is a must-have.  Christmas that very same year I  actually find a pair of handheld  transceivers under the tree. They came  in a horrible orange color. Buy, hey,  these were the 1970s and almost  everything seemed to be orange ... my  dad even had an orange car. It was a  horrible sight, but we didn`t know it  back then. And somehow this color never really came back in style,  guess why ... ? Besides this disgusting color they came equipped  with one (yes: ONE!) channel and a power oputput that would carry  my signal at least to the end of our street. And , as luck would have  it, our neighbor's son had received just the same two radios (they  probably were the only make and model available at that time). So I  had found my first QSO partner. It didn't take long for my to find out  that one channel wasn't nearly enough, so next came another  handheld with more channels. It was a Handic 62, exactly the same  screaming color and about the size of a refrigerator. Soon my dad's  car was equipped with a mobile radio and a few months after that  came a base station. OK, the antenna on top of our house took  more time to talk my parents into - but finally the gave in and agreed to that as well. After all, that antenna was a logical step forward from  that mobile antenna I had placed outside my room’s window. Well,  at least I thought it was logical ... my parents on the other hand ...  never mind, the antenna was on the roof. Now, you might come to  the conclusion that by that time my entire family were activer CBers  - no way! Base station, mobile rig, handhelds and by that time an  impressive selection of antennas - all mine! I was 14 years old now  and a boy that age simply needs all that, right? Looking back over  the year I'm still amazed how tolerant my parents had been. My wife  shows the same amount of tolerance towards the hobby  these days  - as you might guess, the antenna farm and the number of radios  have grown remarkebly over the decades ...
The wild years ... The late 1970s and the 80s were the wild years of CB-radio in  Germany and all available channels were overcrowded. My  demands in terms of distance and channels were constantly  growing. Ham-radio was the way to go. There were three different  licence classes in Germany at that time. Two of which gave you  access to shortwave frequencies, one was VHF/UHF only. To pass  the exam for the two higher classes you needed to pass a CW test  as well. As ist turned out my talent for CW was very limited ... too  limited to even remotely dream of passing an exam in that field of  expertise ... so, what to do? Well, there was a small portion of the  11m-band where people, who were CW-impaired like me, met ... the  years to come were, well, let’s say “successful” ...  Getting quiet ... School came to an end and I made my hobby a profession. I  enlisted with the German Armed Forces for 12 years and spent that  time as an NCO in communication and signal intelligence. During  my time in the Army I met many radio amateurs who -like me- had  made their hobby a profession. After my years in the Army I went back to my home town on the  island of Wangerooge, where my wife and I were running our own  company managing vacation homes for tourists. During those years  we worked long hours and I had neither the time nor the power to  think of any hobbies. Finally - a surprise ... And then some day -out of the blue- it happened: the first rumors  surfaced that amateurs holding that VHF/UHF license would be  given access to some of the HF-bands. THIS was the big moment  when all of a sudden that license class became interesting for me.  So, I downloaded the question pool, studied it, thouhgt that it was  quite easy, registered for an exam, actually passed it with ease. and  there it was ... my very own callsign - DO7OM. It didn't take THAT  long. From my very first CB-handheld to holding my own amateur  callsign ... just a little over 25 years. Could have been worse, right?
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