ABSTRACT
The group that had just arrived was leaving the railway station. The men in worsted overcoats, the girls in brightly colored sweaters and tightly fitting pants, the women with small children. They carried picnic baskets, yellow pigskin briefcases, cameras. The men wore fancy, thick-soled shoes stitched with white thread. The October sky was bright and clear; dead, rust-colored leaves danced on the ground. They passed block after block of apartment buildings and everywhere children were playing in sandboxes, bicycling, swinging on see-saws, running. A little further there were a few fruit stands. A signboard announced “Attended Parking.” A red bus jammed with people came up from the direction of town. Through the trees the buildings of the museum could now be seen. In front of the main entrance there is a lawn and flower beds. Colored benches are located under the poplar trees and red flowers stand out brightly against the withered, brownish grass. Row after row of two-storied red brick buildings are visible through the shrubs. The buildings are surrounded by barbed wire. A small table has been set up under a poplar tree. Behind it sits an elderly woman. The table is piled high with books, guides to the museum, albums of reproductions.
