A poem by Kinga Fabó…
Dating my past
If I date a museum
I date both my personal
and our collective
history and past.
The completeness of our past is alive
in my present.
The fact that I’m just dating a museum
is rooted in the wholeness of my past.
If anything had happened otherwise
my full life story would be different.
I was a small child when I
happened to see a film.
In the last shots an ex-Nazi
grandfather and his grandchild
are visiting a museum
that is full of Nazi mementos.
— Why do we need museums? – asks the boy.
— So that we should never forget.