A FREE FLIGHT TICKET OF FANTASY
At an old ford on the Elbe, where the old Frankenstraße, the Saxon Jacobsweg and the Thuringian Rennsteig cross in an old pilgrimage place, stands the historic Gasthof Serkowitz, a decaying building. There he settled down, called himself Richard von Gigantikow and baptized his invention
Museum of lies, the name sounds like a cloud of pleasure.
But when you lie in the Museum of Lies, are you speaking the truth?
It led from the hundredth to the thousandth and already he was in a lawsuit, whether this is a museum or not. In the end, it will hopefully become clear: the lie in the service of truth washes the dust of everyday life from the stars.