The Carpet Flower

Free Rider (or Learning by Doing)

Around 1983 my mother accompanied my father to Germany.
She applied for refugee status, received a passport, and married my father.

After a little paper work her univeristy degree was acknowledged as valid in Germany.
The same was true for drivering license.
My mother however had never driven a car before.
The only reason why she had a soviet driving license was because she didn't pass on an opportunity that offered itself.
During the Soviet Union you only needed to know the right people and possibly pay a little fee to get a driving license.
My mother knew the right people.
Little or even no experience, practical or theoretical was tested.

My father bought my mother an automatic and taught her the basics.
Neither of them found an issue in unleashing my mother upon the German streets.