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This article is part of ZEIT am Wochenend, issue 17/2024.
Happiness fills Alexander little by little. You can watch him do it. The infusion drips quietly and steadily from the dangling bag above him through a transparent tube into his vein. With a gentle smile, he follows the drops’ journey to the skin. “I have no problem with syringes or needles,” says the 32-year-old real estate agent, whose full name will not be published. We are visiting Hamburg’s first salon for wellness infusions. Alexander is on a drip. Completely voluntary. And he even pays over 200 euros for it.