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.
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 ...
