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 ...
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.“
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...
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 ...















































