Three discreet sensors in her ceiling. A trusted neighbour fifteen minutes away. Someone real at the door when it matters.
Before we tell you what Kowti is,
you should meet Liisa.
Meet Liisa.
She's 81. She lives alone in a two-bedroom apartment in Kallio that she's lived in for forty-three years.
She makes coffee at quarter past seven. She reads the paper. She waters the amaryllis her husband planted one Christmas, years ago.
Her daughter Sanna lives in Stockholm. They speak every second day. Sanna sends photos of the grandchildren. Liisa sends back voice notes she records very carefully, holding the phone too close.
A phone call is not the same as being there.
A voice note is not a hand on her shoulder.
And one question she never asks out loud.
What if something goes wrong and I am not there?
Four pillars, working together.
What quiet awareness looks like.
Three discreet sensors in Liisa's ceiling. They notice presence, breathing, and movement. Nothing is recorded. Nothing leaves the home.
Settled by the window, upright, breath steady. The morning has begun.
Presence · Rhythm · Steady breath
Rest, breath, the rhythm of getting up. Seven hours and forty minutes. Breath quickened at 7:08. She stood at 7:14.
Presence · Breath · Rest pattern
Presence and fall shape. No camera can go here. A sensor can. Wet surfaces, hard edges. This is the room where most falls happen. Nothing is missed here.
Presence · Fall shape · Always on
Privacy isn't a feature. It's the foundation.