Is "going back to school" a thing in Germany? From what I know about that education system I'm guessing not, but in the US that's a standard answer.
"I want to move to be closer to my aging parents." - might work. If you haven't shared much about your life, it's an easy lie. And it's dull and depressing, so the odds of followup questions are slim. I hear it a lot when interviewing job candidates in our area.
Interesting. Sub in a Harkkonen for the mad priest with a taste for organ-harvesting cruelty. A nightclub singer in the role of a Bene Gesserit witch who is there for no obvious reason. (Plans within plans?) The Fremen are the little slaves toiling to extract resources/spice.
In the end, Short Round liberates the oppressed masses and greenery returns to the parched lands. In accordance with prophecy.
I'm still salty that the Pergamum temple exhibit was closed. We went to Turkey and "sorry, that temple is in Germany now." We went to Berlin a few years later and "sorry, that temple exhibit is being refurbished now."
All that being said, I enjoyed seeing that very large gold hat.
It's an old school museum, which tend to be my favorites, but there had been an art exhibition installed the week before so there were art installations displayed alongside the regular exhibits. The whole experience was wonderfully weird. It wasn't always 100% clear what was part of the regular exhibit and what was art, because some of the regular exhibits were pretty weird. Was there an entire elaborate exhibit (with light-up displays) about the hydrogeology of southern Poland? What was the very Soviet-bloc looking sewing machine doing in that one room? Adding to the fun, the docents were very very insistent upon the order in which you visited each room. I think that was completely normal for them, but it added to the weirdness. There was also a mirror that would sound an alarm if you approached too closely. Its purpose was unclear. When we went in we were not expecting some of the exhibits to be... off.
Apparently now open by appointment only. It's weird by design, which is why it gets #2 rating.
#3 Any museum where you walk in and mentally say, "I've made a huge mistake." These tend to be small places where it's just you, your equally uncomfortable spouse, and the curator/owner. You're getting a special tour. I mean, you know in your heart that he's more interested in showing your his weird shit than murdering you, but the question of whether you'll feature in the next exhibit is always floating in the air. They may not have the nicest stuff to look at, but you remember the experience.
Had to re-read that once to realize that it didn't involve mass fatality. Was relieved!
If I was a millionaire, I'd have a couple bugs that were fully restored, but short of that I will just enjoy the memories of my car inspiring violence in children.
I think that argument would be moo.