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Safe Space

The project wants to cover everybody’s need for a psychological or three-dimensional place, where you can be authentic and at ease with yourself. What do you regard as your own private Safe Space? Is it a cafe or your apartment?  Or maybe a relationship or a fantasy? CLICK ON THE IMAGE and you will often find a statement from the person portrayed about their personal safe space.

Anke

I experience my small garden less as a space and more as a companion. I’ve grown with it. Nothing in it is permanent. I love this change with the seasons, but also over the past 26 years. It’s a place with a manageable degree of change. I can ...

Gino

When I moved here, the backyard immediately became my favorite place. I can play table tennis with friends, work on my laptop or lie down on the table and doze off. Sometimes neighbors stop by, and we chat for a bit. Nobody gives me strange looks. I can ...

Markus

Actually, tennis and I have a love-hate relationship. Since I was 12, I’ve been trying to hit that little yellow ball over the net as I wish. Often enough, it doesn’t do what I want, and I despair. I’ve sat crying next to the court… But ...

Merlin

When I finished school, I started going to this place. At first, I didn’t know anyone, but before I knew it, I had become part of an incredibly open community that kept growing. Everyone played with everyone and simply spent time together on and around ...

Cemre & Luisa

Luisa (lying): „I feel safe when there’s no judgement, no envy, when there’s trust, support and a deep understanding. My safe space isn’t a place. My safe space is my Cemi.“

MiegL

My studio is also my safe space. The studio itself is part of my art. It’s constantly changing, adapting, and being readjusted. My safe space is part of my artistic output, and a prerequisite for it.

Christian

As a kid I liked to play „Island“ on sofas or armchairs, imagining the whole floor of the room as open sea. On the sofa I was unreachable, on my own, safe – ideally together with a friend and some tasty snacks. Today my bed is this safe space. At the end ...

Michael

It may seem absurd to consider a car over 60 years old, without seat belts or airbags, as a „safe space.“ In an age that seeks to ensure the „survival“ of the automobile and its occupants through all sorts of technological ...

Gerald

Every time I visit Cologne, I return to the Lindenthal Canal. The tranquility there, and the harmonious interplay of water, trees, and inviting architecture, evoke a feeling of comfort and timelessness. To be precise, it’s a 1970s feeling I think I ...

Esther

The sofa is my favorite spot in our apartment. I sit there in the morning with a large cup of coffee and enjoy the slow start to the day. I love looking out the window, watching the clouds drift by or the pigeons on the roof across the street. Just ...

Raoul

The place could be anywhere. What I need is Bach or Brahms, or at least meaningful music. I actually prefer listening alone and at home, but the transition from mere perception to that moment when inside and outside dissolve and I feel like I’m ...

Andi

Andi lives on a boat anchored in Cologne’s Rheinauhafen harbor. It’s the place where he feels at home. He sleeps on the waters of the Rhine. He hears the gurgling beneath him, the creaking of the rigging in the wind. „I’ll leave my ...

Ulrich

In our little wood, part of our garden, I have a special place: a little bit away from home; a little bit at home in the wild. Sitting there. Almost hidden. Leaves and shimmering light; birdsong. Nothing disturbs. Especially in spring.

Anastasia

There’s something quiet and grounding about sitting here. Here, I don’t have to be anyone in particular. I can just be. This place gives me space to breathe, to think, or not think. And sometimes, that’s exactly what I need to feel safe.

Dafni

When I sit on my balcony in the early evening, I hear the birds singing. What a beautiful contrast: I see the concrete houses on my street and hear the birds singing at the same time.

Maria

The drawing course. Every Tuesday in a group. At some point, I realized that the class had become important to me. That I had found something beyond writing with which I could express myself creatively. A blank slate lies before me again. And here, I feel ...

Jürgen

The small café is a quiet spot in the middle of the city. The regulars know each other by sight and take their time, while the passing crowd blends in with the atmosphere. The coffee is good and the service impeccable. I sit there—preferably with a good ...

Basil

During the dark days of my illness, I went for a walk every day. And I soon noticed that my path repeatedly led me to the Museum of East Asian Art. The large windows let in plenty of light, even in winter, and it was always quiet there. I felt connected ...

René

On good days, my study transforms into my hobby room. Then I’m not sitting at my desk doing everyday tasks. Instead, I immerse myself in projects I’ve chosen for myself. The room becomes a cabinet of curiosities, filled with all the tools ...

Ilona

The moment I first rehearsed here, I knew this would be „my“ place. That I had found a space here to develop my ideas. In winter, it smells of coal-fired heaters; in summer, I hear the rustling of the trees. Or the jazz music from the cafe ...
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