This is on the top floor of the museum, where the cases of artifacts give way to something more personal: the hammocks, boxes of personal possessions, and this eerie gallery. Voices weave in and out; you follow one only to have a different voice take up a different story.
It's bloody brilliant. It moved me to tears.
And that's a good place to end this trip, at least for now. Other images -- birds, reflections -- will probably show up from time to time, but as a story, it's done.