My first day
7 March 2010
On 1 September 1962 I became the director of the district House of Culture. I was twenty-eight and I owned one suit. The building had a stage, forty broken chairs and a portrait of a man with a moustache on the wall of the hall. The first thing I did was to ask the caretaker to open the windows. He said: "Director, it is winter." I said: "Yes, but it smells of a funeral."
By spring we had an ensemble of twelve, a children's group, and a theatre circle. I stayed thirty-one years. The chairs we replaced one by one, as the budget allowed. The portrait stayed.
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