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My encounter with Neo-Nazis in Leipzig Germany

Today, I am reflecting on my time at itCampus Software- & Systemhaus GmbH - A SOFTWARE AG COMPANY as a Master Thesis student ( University of Mannheim ) and User Researcher, almost 7 years ago. Working in the User Experience department with some of the most influential people in my career thus far. Under the leadership of Katharina Goering a thought leader in UX and innovation. This saw me move from Mannheim to Leipzig (part of former East Germany). Fun fact, the day I moved to Leipzig there was a Neo-Nazi protest happening. However, there was also a gegen (against) Nazi protest happening on the same day. Black guy with impeccable timing I am. In my building lived a Neo-Nazi, how did I know this? There were stickers on the street with his picture informing the residents that a neo-Nazi lived amongst us. Did I mention the day I wandered into a Nazi Bar in Leipzig, oblivious to this I sat down and asked for a beer? The entire bar went silent. Luckily, I had worn a t-shirt that said
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