Long Night

The day before yesterday and yesterday 40, today 17 degrees. The long night of the museums brought up a huge Temparaturumschwung. Oakley fumbled at his desk behind the bust of a former Museum Director once in a box for his outfit. A fly no, that looks so off as an art historian. With CAP and scarf a Frenchman doesn’t arrive also with straw hat as a professor on the Acropolis goes! So, Oakley kept his scornful entertainment with zerbeultem arg ramponiertem straw hat.

During the conversation with an architect, a cube that is admired by the people as a sophisticated cover-up of a leaky ceiling reveals. The visitors are fascinated by this architectural element, behind which are nothing more than a bucket to catch the water. A bomb alert is disposed of Oakley artwork of a defused bomb from the 2.WK in the Museum Burg Frankenberg. A visitor complained about, that she may take their case not in the Museum, writes a letter of complaint, which lands on the OB on the table by Oakley and will be answered must. The everyday life of a curator. The Museum building designed for a manufacturer with side entrances for the staff or other not his people, now a Museum, in whose foyer with the modern”ball lamps are Oakley always occurs as in the vestibule to a crematorium with paintings by Cockerill and Suermondt, which is hardly a love match, as well as the Louis busts in the basement. Also the new building brought little rants, but leaks, so wrote lenders, worried whether their works are given out not the water.

To my question, whether there are not more comfortable chairs, I learned that the strange Chair should be modern works of art. And for that the artist has called for sure even money. Was the quarter of an hour. Sequels followed. The Customs Museum was not a movie, but the visitors through the Museum. As we stood before closed doors about 10 minutes, I had viewed the landscape to me, fed a horse and wanted to leave, I noticed two Bell push-buttons and Indeed you did. Unfortunately. The building would need to be aerated strongly. The large number of visitors was almost all oxygen. Everything that had to do even in the farthest with the theme of Customs was in the House. A real hodgepodge of customs of stuffed animals, uniforms, dried milk products and the spirits belly container to the smugglers. A maze in Paterre went from about a spiral staircase on the first floor and then still later, probably under the roof Juchhe, but a saving staircase led to outside. Just quickly away from the stuffiness of the Museum, as well as other Dummies. On home to my sausage with beer!

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