Having a home is a privilege
Having a house is a gift
Having a house that's a home is incredible
Having a home outside of a house is like magic
Magic is feeling at home at a place
A place is a location unless it's something more
HUSET is more to me
To me, HUSET is the oldest culture house in Copenhagen or so I've been told
I don't really care
to me, HUSET is Bastard Café and giant deluxe fries and latte mixed with oat milk and regular milk and Braian and a key and forgetting to bring the red key to the locker
to me, HUSET is TeaterHuset and rehearsals and the beginning of something exciting
to me, HUSET is the office and Carol and the bright red neon sign
to me, HUSET is the secret room on the top floor with the mattress in the windowsill when I can't be bothered to go home in between two city-things of the day
to me, HUSET is making sure emergency exits are cleared
the temperature rising insanely quickly as as I take another step in the badly isolated building
it's the basement with the witchy costume hat and where I spilled 12 bottles of glögg
it's my first premiere
it's the night of the lockdown
it's many kisses in the elevator
it's another home for many of my years
it's a house and a home