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Bo Bech

Copenhagen, the People and Geist

The feeling of standing barefoot on a dock in the middle of a metropolis. Running towards the edge, jumping, taking off. That feeling before breaking the surface of the water: tension, anxiety, joy. Climbing back up, catching your breath, drying your face and seeing the silhouette of Copenhagen. It is like a rebirth. 

I have my morning swims in the water next to Skuespilhuset, the Royal Danish Playhouse. The sun rises over the Royal Opera House and follows the axis over Amalienborg and the Marble Church. Nyhavn, where I live, swarmed by tourists, gathering place for the rank and file of taverns. Nyhavn, still poetic. The sun over Kongens Nytorv, the most beautiful plaza in the city. Here lies the Royal Ballet, the entrance to Strøget, the equestrian statue. Here lies GEIST. In the heart of the heart of Copenhagen. 

It is a glorious time. The month of June. The sun is here. In Copenhagen, when the sun emerges, we become animals, we rip off our clothes, we abandon the homes that we at all other times pay so much attention to, we take to the streets and use the city. We refuel, we meditate in the sun, in the city. We forget all about the longest winter ever. 

A Copenhagener is a person who lives in the largest village in the world. We believe in society and have a great sense of community. We are conscious of living in a historical city but not afraid of change. A Copenhagener is extremely privileged and has exceptionally many choices. A Copenhagener has his or her bicycle stolen at least once a year. 

Copenhagen is inclusivity, audacity, nakedness, security, and autonomy. It is family, cyclists, evening beers, stolen kisses, and great love. It is extreme aesthetics and hidden beauty. It is harbor baths and women in high heels on cobblestones. Copenhagen is roadworks, flickering pizza signs, and the scent of lilacs. 

I opened GEIST, because I was tired of being the guy wielding a scalpel at an ego-driven gastronomic operation. I was tired of dissecting and autopsying. I missed life. At GEIST, people arrive excited. They reset themselves when they walk through the door. They leave the day’s baggage behind and trust their intuitions. Here, there is room for the professional diner who cares about food hierarchies and gastronomic bucket lists. And there is room for those who come to laugh, relax, and just eat a delicate meal. 

GEIST is joy of living, night life, unrestraint, focus, tempo, togetherness, and team spirit. The feeling of standing barefoot on a dock in the middle of a metropolis. Running towards the edge, jumping, taking off. This is GEIST. In the heart of the heart of Copenhagen. 

Bo Bech, Copenhagen, June 2018