You’ve already heard of this debutant: Jakob Augstein wrote his first novel. It is the story of a politician gone astray, an anti-hero. A meeting while walking through the Berlin Zoo.
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Marie Schmidt
It snows at night in Berlin, followed by an icy, bright morning. Jakob Augstein got tickets for the zoo. He wears dark blue, pulls his shoulders up under a wool coat, scarf and hat. The animals go into hibernation: Only now and then do a couple of chamois, an ostrich frozen into a statue, seals stretching in the sun appear in the background of the conversation, which is taking place at a leisurely pace, about a new phase in the life of the publicist.