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My opinion about the Apartheid Museum


To think that I travelled all the way to Europe thinking they had the best museums. Ptuie. The Apartheid Museum is in Johannesburg, at Gold Reef City. At the ticket office you get an entrance ticket that says 'White' and 'Non-White' - take the Non-White one and the first experience you will have is what it feels like to see the privileged walk in one direction, while you are forced into another. Then, after having your mind blown all the way through the museum, come out and in front of you is a large stairway (with large stairs on the right and small stairs on the left) that leads up, and you can't see where to. You can take big or small steps into the future - but you can't predict what the future will be. So clever.
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