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in an hour when the sun disappears guests will be able to enjoy it already lit

when they leave a bit later and it has become dark they will be able to enjoy the
yellow surreal glow the lamps will throw out in the square in front. The art

gallery's building is an impressive work in itself consisting of two parts, an old

neoclassical large castle-like part and the new part which is made in three
storeys of super-modern square and where the entire ground floor consists of a

meter-high glass facade. Part It all appears large, modern and impressive and

forms a perfect interplay with the huge beautifully designed: Propylene gate - or
in everyday speech: the Triumph arch, which sits at one end of the square.

Gustav looks curious and interested as they slowly move through the beautiful
art galleries until they reach the Joseph Beuys exhibition, he casually he asks

“Who was Joseph Beuys really? I know about him, but only superficially,

the era in time he worked.”
"He was an art professor and artist, but now see some of his stuff before

you get to know too much about his motives and background,” she answers.

"It's an impressive museum, basically strange I've never been inside and
seen it before"

Their steps resonate as they walk through the permanent exhibit to the
rooms that house the large Joseph Beuys exhibit set up as a separate exhibit.

They continue in silence through the Joseph exhibition it is a rule they have that

when they look at or assess they do not speak. But goes silent from one work of
art to another at one of the last works before the exhibition ends. The artwork

depicts a series of black-and-white photographs. The artist himself has a kind of

sack or large canvas over him as well as a stick in his hand and an ass trying to
pull canvases of the artist by biting into the large piece of cloth that partially

hides his head and body the gloomy work is called: Locked in with a coyote.

"Do you believe in spells or have you ever heard of them?"
"Spells - what do you mean?" She looks at him in surprise. In that

moment, his phone rings and he picks up.

"Gustav here." He says softly and turns discreetly away from her.
"Hello, Mr Kräsen, you are talking to Crime Commissioner Shultz."

“Commissioner Shultz," he replies in a low voice and with a surprised look
on his face.