04/03/2025
A Zurich postcard to a historical user / dweller / critic / outcast at Zunfthaus zur Saffran produced as part of the Intersectional Histories course:
“Dear girl with the red apron,
Yesterday morning I saw you as I walked through the icy streets of Zurich. You were sweeping the portico of the Zunfthaus zur Saffran, perhaps to warm yourself up a little. I saw you again in the evening. This time, you were huddled against the warm wall of the façade, your gaze alert yet tinged with the shadow of sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about you and the space where you spend your days.
Tell me, could you ever call this place home? The porch doesn’t belong to you, and yet it embraces you, along with the horses, the merchants... Can it truly be called home when it offers you no complete protection? When it is not yours, yet you are allowed to make it yours, if only for a while?
Can a portico, a sheltered corner, be more of a home than a closed and protected space, if it offers even a fleeting sense of belonging?
I think of you often.
With affection,
A fishmonger”
Text and image by a student of the Intersectional Histories Course.
Image:
1. Unknown. Das Rathaus in Zürich: La Maison de ville à Zuric. Before 1837. Zentralbibliothek Zürich, Zürich D2, Grossmünster-Qu., Rathaus I, 19.
2. Zürich 1860. Stadtarchiv.