Zaza Hight

My story about the name Zaza is dedicated to the photographer and mother Zaza Weissgerber the sister of Berlin artist Izzy Weissgerber. Zaza is German-American, Jewish, and from Düsseldorf, just like me. Because Germans do not grow up around Jews, she is the only one I can think of aside my Jewish stepgrandfather Alfred Popper. She is not connected to my network because she attended an international school outside of Düsseldorf, which appears to be a little removed from the city center. Zaza and I met at the Fitness First Club at the Shadow Arkaden, where we both received promotions. After a shift, we observed a Ferris wheel near the Rhein. We thought it would be a romantic idea to take a journey. When we got up there, we started panicking because we were afraid of heights. We hide on the ground in the middle of the gondola, especially when the wheel stops at the top. We returned to the gym via the Hofgarten, Düsseldorf's homosexual cruising district. I inquired if she noticed all the men around her, and she said she didn't. When I told her they are gay and looking for sex, she was startled and informed about the secret coded world around her. Zaza and I were watching Paris Hilton's new show "The Simple Life" on the stepper after our shifts. We both enjoyed it, and it marked the beginning of a new area. That is why she is given a place at the Hilton Hotel, as well as the renowned Zaza Gabor.Zaza also assisted me in New York, where I resided with my aunt Sabine. I once delivered her dinner, and then I was booted out of her apartment. My aunt and I are still in disagreement. What is your story about fear of hights and the name Zaza?