A story collection of creatives inspired by Copenhagen
Best Wishes Magazine is a story collection of creative city chapters. By sharing and spreading inspiring stories of creatives, one gets to know the people behind their projects which makes up a city’s spirit. When living in a big city, one can find inspiration in every corner – here’s to a celebration of the creative scenes in cities all around the world and many more stories of creatives to come!
As a combination of journal and travel guide, we set up a manifesto to let you know what’s it all about.
Book author Luna Signe Hørdum Nielsen lives in the Nørrebro neighborhood of Copenhagen. In May 2014, she issued the book ‘Bag de gule gardiner’ about Nørrebro’s bodegas. “This is where I live and where my world begins, how the Danish writer H.C. Andersen put it.”
Writing about my relationship with Copenhagen has proved to be much more trying than anticipated. After several attempts I’ve realized that I must start somewhere else. First of all, I’m a newcomer to the city.
It all begins in a little Copenhagen suburb where I grew up in a concrete high-rise block with fourteen floors built in the late 50s. It rose up high from its green surroundings and put the nice single-family houses in the area at its feet. It wasn’t exactly pretty, my home, quite dull in fact and literally grey. A funny thought – back in the days those high-rise blocks were intended for the upper middleclass with a reception, a laundry service, a restaurant and B&O TV-sets. But that wasn’t how life was in the 90s, though. Our neighbours were mostly socially vulnerable families that had gotten their apartments through the local government. And the B&O televisions, well, they were long gone.
As a block-kid you get used to people that are different. ’The odd characters’, as my grandmother called them. I particularly remember the man who was afraid of other people, and who would always start running when we met him in the long corridors. And then there were the druggies, who at one point used our bike-cellar as their public fixing space. They would lie there feeling great but trip out in a really bad way. But, in our apartment on the fifth floor, all these things seemed distant. Up here, I could see until the end of the world – over the rooftops, over the trees in the woods and all the way to Copenhagen. At New Years, we could even see Tivoli’s spectacular fireworks if we stretched up on our toes out on the balcony…
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