Since October the board has been leaning in the hallway. Or in the living room, between sofa and shelf, and every time someone squeezes past, it gets a little tighter. The basement is too small, too damp or simply not there, and nobody wants to haul a longboard up to the attic anyway.
The board is not broken or surplus. It is just waiting for the next trip, the next session, the next forecast that lines up. Until then it simply needs a place where it stands safely and out of the way.
That is what we are building: a place in Hamburg where your board is well looked after between sessions. And your flat is free again for the things you use every day.