We dive in. The water is cool and refreshing. Birdsong fills the air. Many people would consider the bulk of Director Galan's collection nothing more than a collection of junk. This is because we have been taught that a museum should be an institution for the preservation of the past, where objects are, explained and placed in context.
Hats rot, photos fade.
Director Galan's gramophone will eventually resist one more repair. The visitor is confronted with the fact that eventually all will turn to dust. It is only that at this museum it will happen a little sooner. The affirmation of life that takes place behind the museum rounds off the harsh realization of material decay. When you leave the Trujillo Museum, you leave physically and spiritually refreshed.