Ich bin dann mal im Keller

There is still this room. A room that has not been painted in the right colors. In short, the room where a man escapes the feminine aesthetics of living spaces, the room where he can (almost) determine everything himself. It is the basement. The last refuge of man. "Basement" can mean many things: a hut, a shed, a boathouse, a workshop, a drying room, a garage, a dresser standing in the hallway, a few square meters in the lower level. Space exists even in the smallest hut - and how men inhabit and engage with this space is what Björn Gabrielsen's intelligent and entertaining book about crafting, hoarding, and other moments of happiness narrates. From the content: The basement of memories - The boathouse - The carpenter's shed - Sheds and community gardening - New York. Or: How short-term storage and liberal politics are connected - The writing basement - The kel.