The Museum

So as not to be alone Otto went to the museum. He walked through the city in the snow. Walking over the empty fields leading to the main train station, he thought about the war. He thought about the war again walking through the main hall of the museum. The floor was grey stone and exactly level, which he found endlessly beautiful. The long wing attached to the main hall looked like it used to be a slaughter house. It smelled like a horse stall.