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In this museum I also noticed many queer people walking about and looking at the displays. There was a woman who seemed a little afraid of everyone else, a strange person who walked in a very peculiar manner, a hobbling man with a cane (he should consider a walker; they are much easier to handle), and all sorts of other people. I began to grow tired after a while, but as I couldn’t find my way out I sat down on a bench and dozed off.
A few hours later a nice security guard woke me up and told me the museum had to close, so I got up and she showed me to the exit. I didn’t quite know where to go, so I walked for a little while and went over to an ugly green apartment building. I pressed the button on one of the intercoms and asked the people in the room if they would let me in. It was very cold. I heard some low voices talking very quickly, and finally a much clearer voice said: “Is anyone with you?”
I replied of course that there was no one else, so after a pause the same voice said: “Ok, come on up.”
I took an elevator up to the fifth floor and found the door to the nice people’s apartment. I knocked, and a man opened the door suddenly. He looked up and down the hallway very carefully and let me come in. Inside there were four or five other people. They all had black head-coverings on their heads. At first I thought it was because of the cold weather but recollecting that we were indoors, I knew it couldn’t be that. The man who had let me in looked at one of the others and said: “What should we do with her? We can’t let her go now, she might tell somebody something.”
The man he was speaking to retorted: “No. We can’t. You had to answer when she rang on the intercom, didn’t you?”