Like a puppeteer, always hidden, yet the centre of attention. At best a guiding hand for the entire floor, all united within this person in eternal shadow. Ever since my first visit, I have been magically captivated by the booth and the phantasmal labyrinth behind the scenes into which the virtuosos disappear – fascinating like an orchestra pit. So the floor becomes auditorium and is spotlight at once. What will it feel like behind, how do I get there? Where lies the secret of this place?
