INSIDE THE HEART OF THE PROJECT/INSIDE THE MYSTERIOUS HEART OF THE MUSEUM
Memories seem to fade away quickly, so I’m writing as fast as I can.
Good energy. 3 teams. The rain finally stopped. Spectacular view from the Tower. Checking things. Looking at my watch. 18.32. I realize my first spectators arrive. Their faces seem overwhelmed. I smile and gently take them down the stairs, deep inside the museum. As we walk we meet the others. Some are actors, some are spectators. I catch a glimpse of my next pair. They behave as if they are inside a sacred space. They saw us, but they kept quiet.
This happens and repeats.
20.17. I hear a girl screaming. Did she really scream or do I hear voices? The voices my spectators told me about. Hmm, that’s tricky, right?! :)))
This new pair of spectators is cheerful. He is very talkative. She smiles, but has a different point of view. She experienced different things, that’s for sure. He knows this isn’t over. When we are ouside it’s raining again. He says: “ Oh, we are still inside the story! I won’t find any tram at this hour, just like Eliade’s Gavrilescu!” She keeps smiling and whispers to him: “Maybe you should come back here again to see the other story!”
Back in the museum. Back in the Tower. I meet the girl who screamed. She’s terrified, almost in a trance. She grabs me by the hand and stays reaaaaally close to me. Her partner is very calm. At some point, down the corridor, the lights go out. But I have my flashlight. She talks fast, breaths heavily, she wants outside.
It’s almost sunset. It will be dark soon. Next pair, please! Can’t wait to hear ther stories. Can’t wait to feel them close to me.