While in Copenhagen I am renting a desk at a co-working space called Republikken. It's a community of entrepreneurs, freelancers, and remote nomads (me).

The workspace is currently quiet. Kids here are not the only ones on break. Many Danes don't work much during the summer, often vacationing in July. This year it's especially true. I'm living in Copenhagen during one of the coldest summers in decades. I have fantastic timing.

Of the people actually working I've met a photographer, website developer, graphic designer, and software programmer. Most are self-employed but not all. They come from a variety of backgrounds: a former manager in a big company, a med school dropout, a college graduate in graphic art. One used to attend meetings with the minister of finance as an analyst.

Republikken is sort of a maze. It's a mash-up of numerous row buildings. Navigating the space you find unexpected stairwells, redundant hallways, and odd places for bathrooms. My studio is at the end of the road. It's on the top floor in the back of the building(s). To get there, I go: up a flight of stairs, through a cafe, up a ramp, through a hallway, up another staircase, through another cafe, through one final hallway, and then I arrive. It's a journey. Unless I take the back stair that leads right to it.

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