We thought it was the end of the exhibition, because everyone was waiting for the elevator to go downstairs.
The elevator came, we stepped in, the door closed, the lights went off. We knew this had to be designed, we also had no idea what was going to happen. Then a monitor in the elevator was on, an old man started to talk about the death sentences and the executions, and how the last words of those prisoners were burnt but not sent to their family, the elevator was transparent, as it went down slowly (one centimetre per second maybe) we could see that outside the elevator was very dark, when we finally reached the basement, the video also reached its end.
Before we went inside the elevator, nobody told us that we would stay in a dark little glass box, so close to each other and go to a dark basement slowly while listening to a story about death together. And we were just ten strangers, coming from many different places, who happened to visit this museum at the same time. It was so dark, we went out the elevator silently, without really looking at each other.
The last parts of the exhibition were still waiting for us: the examples of the cell, torture room and hanging room.
The whole story-telling, the installations, the music in different rooms, the light, the sound, the elevator, everything together made this exhibition a very complete and impressive one, I understand why camera is not allowed there, this is a story camera can't tell or record, and taking photos will be disturbing.
The elevator I was writing about is in this Museum: House of Terror, I visited it on 12th February 2013, text was written on 13th February 2013