kultuur on rikkus.

you enter a room with metal doors, they are not heavy or big, just metal. aluminium, i'd say. you carefully close the doors behind you, like it politely asked you on the other side. and turn over. the room is white. no, not the walls, you can't even see those. but the room itself is full of white smoke. an empty room filled with steam. you can't see anything, except the whiteness. you step a few steps forward. ''might this smoke be poisonous?'' you concentrate on your sense of smell. ''no, smells like the disco steam in nightclubs''. you look behind you and can't even see the door. it's like being in a thick cloud of fog. you know exactly where you are, but at the same time you are lost. cut off from the world, your problems. with your hands in front of you, like a zombie, you walk around in the room with a smile on your face, hoping they didn't put any stuff on the ground for you to stumble on. you find the wall, ''what a relief!'' and then you get rid of the fear and start to run around in the room. ''such a good idea, why didn't i come up with this?''

when was the last time you went to a museum? a museum in the city you live in? please don't forget it's european museum night on the 16th until 17th early morning. and it's free, because culture is wealth.