My job has some nice secondary benefits, like having to spend a few hours between two meetings whilst visiting Wellington, New Zealand. No bloody use traveling back to the office, as that would easily cost up to 90 minutes.
As I am especially interested in early 20th century history, walking into an exhibition about Gallipoli was a no-brainer. And man, they did something really special. Huge, like 8 times life size figures towering over the visitors, depicting chapters from WW1 and that absolute military disaster called “Gallipoli. And a storyline about a few soldiers, running from “before” to “after”. You kind off get to know them personally.
And they all die at the last few meters of the exhibition. So you walk out with a feeling of loss.