Buddenbergplatz (Buddenberg-square) is a main square on the backside of Bochum main station which has no specific purpose most of the time, but twice a week it is transformed into a farmers market also including coffee and pastry stands. 

During that days, it becomes a vivid meeting point for the neighborhood and represents a growing desire of the german public for outdoor coffee spaces, street markets and other meeting points, also called Mediterraneanization.

When I was at my high school, smoking culture was big. We used to have a smoke spot, that was sold by the school to the municipality, so that smoking was legal, by not technically being on school grounds. 
Why this smoke spot is interesting to me is the annual metamorphosis from being a space to being a place. On September 1st, when school starts, students inhabit the grassy land, use it, hang out, smoke, throw cigarette buts on the ground... slowly the grass gets so beat up it stops growing, winter creeps in and takes away the shade from the trees, the space gets kind of empty and sad. But what keeps it going are constant groups of students hanging about and inhabiting the place. It is therefore alive. When spring comes and grass starts to grow in the surrounding land, the ground stays full of dirt and cigarette buts on the smoke spot (čikplac), which still indicates the presence of inhabitants. When summer comes and school ends, cigarette buts are removed (cleaned probably), grass starts to grow, trees throw more and more shade, the space gets more ambiental but uninhabited, awaiting its awakening on September 1st.

The Aristoteles Place in Thessaloniki is One of the Most famous Places of the City. When you sit there you Are reminder of the glory from a past age (before Crisis). When I sit there and Drink a Coffee I am reminded of my childhood. Objectively it is Not that nice to spend time there because there is no trees and also very known for Crime, but still Its deeply Connected to my childhood.

This place took a lot of my memories. From a design standpoint the building may appear typical but to me it's a symmetry and use a red brick always felt familiar. It's where I spend my childhood and it gives me a strong feeling of nostalgia.

This architectural typology was common across the urban landscapes of Former Yugoslavia . 

The structure , bricks , red blocks all of these connect a trajectory line of the neighbourhood that is called  'Sunny Hill'

The urban planning took a time to project but everything had solve and it doesn't need any interventions cause the function is perfect on it's own.

This is Aristoteles-Place in Thessaloniki. My mother is from Thessaloniki and I spend a lot of time there. You can Drink a Coffee there, Even if Its very Hot and there Are just a few trees. It is very loud and there is some Crime too, but I still Like it a lot.

This is a place I used to go to when I was a child, together with my friends. It's a large stone next to the castle in my hometown. We used to spend many summer afternoons there, just enjoying the time and each other’s company. Usually, we would ride our bikes around the mountain trails, exploring the area, and eventually end up resting on this stone. It became a kind of meeting point for us. Every time I think of it, it brings back so many warm memories of my childhood—of freedom, friendship, laughter, and long summer days.

"Oj Triglav moj dom" is a popular song by Laibach, a Slovenian band, which describes the feelings our people have towards this mountain.

It is the highest in Slovenia with height of 2864m. It is our national symbol, its on our flag and they say you are not a true Slovenian if you havent climbed it at least once. 

I have recently visited Triglav with my girlfriend (not for the first time) and it was a very pleasant although tirinig experience. Because it was early in the season there were very few people and the wearher was perfect.

Krvavec is a mountain in the Kamnik–Savinja Alps, but to me, it’s much more than just a spot on the map. It’s the place where, at the age of five, I first put on skis – a moment that marked the beginning of my love for the mountains. Over the years, Krvavec has become a special place to me, filled with childhood memories, laughter, and early victories on the snow.

Today, it’s where I go when I need peace or simply want to escape the everyday rush. When I hike up to Zvoh, the highest point of the ski resort, and sit quietly watching the sunset, I feel a deep sense of awe toward nature. In those moments, I realize just how small we are compared to the greatness of the mountains – and at the same time, how full each moment can be if we just allow ourselves to experience it.

Throughout my schoolyears I really didnt have a constant place outside my schools and my home residence. Growing up on the outskirts of town a moderate amount of my free time was spend on public buses. Even though it was a short air distance, the journey would last for what i thought was forever, especially in rush hour. But over the years I*ve grown accustomed to it, even loving it. My time on buses was appropriated as my own personal time out, a time spend people watching, listening to my favourite music on repeat and just enjoying my free time. The specific station has a special meaning for me.

Its the one station I*ve always changed buses, always came to and from my school, my job and our faculty. it represends the start and the end of my so called work filled day. It*s the first sense of responsibitlity I get in the morning and the last one I get to leave behind, and can just focus on myself.

If presented this, or rather a better way, I would like to imagine people would also hold their main bus stations in a higher regard.

This isnt really a place, its barely even a space, serving its completely transitory purpose.  But I would like to imagine it*s not transitory in just  the literal term, but also in a sence of transfering experiences, personalities and day to day activities. It becomes a place of transitioning on a deeper personal level.

The Trnovo housing blocks are a residential neighbourhood in Ljubljana, located very close to where I live. I have observed and experienced this spatial environment throughout my life, and now, reflecting on it as an architecture student, I find it fascinating how my relationship with the place has evolved over the years.

As a child, I played on the playground beneath the buildings. In primary school, I spent time on the elevated ground floor above the garages. During high school, the same spaces served as informal gathering spots before concerts—places for drinking, smoking, and socializing. Today, I return not to use the space, but to observe it: to admire its spatial logic, materiality, and the subtle ways it has shaped my perception of architecture and public space.

For the last five years, this building and these views have been the accompanying element of my studies. Endless hours of study, stressful presentations, stretching deadlines and long classes, this building held it all. Very iften, when the days stretched a bit too long and sunset would come, there would come a moment in which, no matter the situation, I would stop a moment and enjoy the colourful skies visible all around. As the end of my studies here approached, one more long night of work was necessary, and the sky lit in colours one more time, to give one more break before the end.

This staircase outside my dormitory at CUHK is truly my place. While my home is full of family and my room has my roommates, this staircase belongs solely to me. I live on the third floor, and the laundry room is on the fifth, so I often take the stairs. It’s a quiet spot overlooking both the sea and the hills( that's something rare in Hong Kong’s dense urban landscape). I often pause here between chores or daily routines, thinking about life while watching the sky shift from day to night. In a university full of shared spaces and bustling people, this staircase, with its rare sea view and open sky, is quietly mine.