Why this exists
Somebody had to open the door
I’m Sylvia. I came here from the Netherlands and have worked for myself ever since — writing, photography, guiding in the summer. For years I did all of it alone at a kitchen table outside town, which is lovely right up until it’s Wednesday afternoon and you notice you haven’t had a real conversation since Monday.
What I wanted wasn’t a job. It was people. And it turned out almost everyone I knew who worked like this was sitting at home on their own too, in a town full of other people doing exactly the same thing in four different languages.
So I took three rooms on Salurnerstraße. I’ll be in them every day, and the rest of the desks are for anyone who recognises the problem.
see you there, Sylvia
What it is, and what it isn’t
A community first, a desk second
Elevate is deliberately small. Not a floor of hot desks with a ping pong table nobody touches, and not an office you rent in silence. It’s a handful of rooms where people know each other’s names, eat lunch at the same table, and notice when you’ve had a good day.
Everything runs in English, because that’s the language the group happens to share. Nobody will correct your grammar and nobody will mind which accent you brought with you.
Bruno is here most days. He is an Australian shepherd, he has strong opinions about the postman, and he is the only one of us who has never missed a deadline.
Right then
Come and sit in it
Send me one line about what you do. I’ll answer the same day and you can come and find out whether it feels like your kind of room. No tour script, no discovery call — just a coffee and a chair that doesn’t have your name on it yet.
see you there, Sylvia