My name game with the name Lisa is dedicated to Lisa Brackelmann and Lisa Noma. 

Lisa Brackelmann, the daughter of my kindergarten director Erika Brackelmann, was one of my first friends at the Kindergarten an der Linde in Düsseldorf Hubbelrath. Back then, the Brackelmanns took me to vaulting at the Lindchen Riding Club. Lisa's older sister, Anne Brackelmann, was already vaulting there in Susanne Wieschnewski's competition group.

We started vaulting together as a team and quickly rose to the club's highest competition group. I still vividly remember the many hours we spent mucking out our horses with Lisa. Thanks to her talent for storytelling, it was never boring. Together, we illustrated a comic about a girl in our Knittkuhler gymnastics club whom we didn't like. It was pretty mean, and it made the girl cry.

I also listened to my first Bibi Blocksberg cassettes with Lisa, and our favorite episode was "Bibi and the Black Four." 

The other dedication is for Lisa Noma, a Japanese woman and the best friend of my American host sister, Jennifer Miller, from Cupertino, California. Lisa Noma lived on our street, and we carpooled to school together in the mornings. 

My host sister, Jennifer Miller, is a pretty toxic only child, which is why the two of them were constantly getting into trouble. After I finished my stay with the Millers, Lisa was sent to a camp for troubled teens called Provo Canyon School. While Lisa remained sober, Jennifer dropped out of high school and studied at the nearest college, where she replaced Lisa with Loretta. Loretta, who is from South Korea, was one of my friends. Because Jennifer is only Japanese, friendships between Japanese and South Koreans are rare. After graduating, Loretta worked at Google, and an incident occurred between the three of them that is rarely discussed. Probably an accident or something, it landed Loretta in the hospital, and ultimately led to her being fired from Google.

Jennifer's scheming and lack of transparency caused Loretta to betray her in the worst possible way. After several years, Lisa Noma took her own life by jumping out of a window in San Francisco. Jennifer told me that Lisa had gone too far down the rabbit hole, believed in aliens and Asian genocide, and belonged to a New Age cult.

I probably have similar emotionally unstable parts, which is why Google destroyed me too. I've since been so hacked by Silicon Valley that I'm now retired. That's why I founded this website to strengthen the Asian American narrative, which is difficult to tell due to opacity and shame. Additionally, I want Jennifer to recognize her responsibility and resolve the conflicts with me and Loretta.

What's your name game with the name Lisa and someone who committed suicide?

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?