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Saturday Night Culture Fever

Posted on | May 20, 2007 | No Comments

Off we went into the night.

We were not the only ones, of course. In an odd surge of the culture bug among the population of this city, it would seem that everyone able to move swarmed out into the streets trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive beast known as a “museum”.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I do understand some of the people out there, people genuinely interested in what the night had to offer, people who are not strangers to museums such as my history teacher whom I almost bumped into while trying to crawl through a somewhat uninspired vampire lore exhibit. But although I was a mere three or four steps away from him, I could not greet him because of the throng of people milling all around. We were stumbling across the grounds of the catacombs much like a bunch of zombies, pushed and shoved this way and that by the swaying of the crowd. The entire night left me with an impression of a misplaced disneylandish hysteria crossed with numerous rather poorly executed excellent ideas. If you knew me, it would probably be quite telling that of all the exhibitions I saw that evening, I found the one about gender awareness and feminism to be hands-down the best, while the vampires, werewolves and undead felt really, really lacking.

This city still has a lot to learn about how a proper festival is held.

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