Last Sunday, the three of us spent a few hours at the museum of communism. There was alot of history scripted panels I had to skip with a squirmy little boy in tow, however I was captivated by all the objects that existed in such a dark time.
The museum was tucked away in a corner unit on the upstairs level of a super old building as you can imagine (or see). Such a beautiful place to house some of the countries most ugliest memories.
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