After crossing this forest of human figures, the spectators, have to go through a narrow door into a small room. The soundtrack becomes friendlier, evoking memories of childhood. The spectators try to see each other in the darkness, to understand... Then the soundtrack becomes aggressive, a Hitler-style speech mingled with the sound of locks closing and the barking of Rottweiler dogs... Childhood has turned into the worst nightmare, into the collective memory of infamy and death.
Dim lights come on and the audience is suddenly transported to the inside of a gas chamber, feeling the experience of death from inside, feeling its cold breath.
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