The inhuman threat of oblivion hits this awesome blog and I have to admit that it’s a pain to translate every single one of my articles in English, which basically doubles my hard workload.
To be fair, and to add a few sentences to this post that won’t, I already fear it, be very furnished, I don’t even think anyone is actually reading the English versions of my powerful and magnificent writing. If you disagree, you who reads those poor lines, post a comment and threat me of death. It might have an effect on the quality of the articles, generally speaking.
So, yes, I visited the museum of natural history and it was fun. But it was already a long time ago, so to speak. I remember well being attracted by my curiosity and my desire to do something during my week-end. I shall later make an article to explain how solitude may kill someone in a very wealthy area constituted by no less than 300 square meters villas.
Escaping was easy : a bike is more than enough. A bike which brought me to this :
Le grand bâtiment du Natur Historiska Riskmuseet
From here, I think than two Galleries will largely take the role of speaker and explain what happened and what I saw in this fantastic place. Yes, one gallery is made out of 3D pictures. Cool, isn’t it ? How come I keep having this feeling of speaking alone ?
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