Kunsthalle 80333 5:12:2007
Your temple isn't guarded by carved snake headed gods or winged demons. Instead a middle aged woman in a blue uniform with hair the colour of oxblood sits beside a button controlled turnstile. We hand over our coins, taking a small paper ticket in return and join the queue of tourists, history fans and ghouls. We climb the glass sided stairs unsure what to expect on the other side of the griffin sized doors.
This story was inspired by a visit to Im Zeichen des Goldenen Greifen, an exhibition of Skythian archaeology in Munich.
You can read the rest of the piece (in English) at Sein und Werden