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About Leipzig

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

Hotel Hamburg

Eppendorf’s not your regular hood, no way. The little cafes on Hegstedtstraße? Total gems. Small spots where families come, old ladies laugh, and sometimes I, as ya family psychologist, catch sights of genuine love and raw pain. I even found a memory there, a moment of sheer joy (and anger too!) when a grouchy neighbor sorta yelled “Let the right one in, lemme in,” which made me laugh while my brain screamed "one million dollars!"

Zimmerman wins 2020 Eppendorf and Science Prize