#ITT Tech

[felidaekitty01]

Tfw there is student loan borrowers defense forgiveness for your school... and you don't qualify for it because the loans were private... and you consolidated them back in 2013, which fucked you over.

[eightiesfan]

ITT HiFi center 1978

[wordfromoursponsor]

"He's never out of touch" (1965)

[yourfavvgal]

i hate the fact i have one life like there is so much i want to do but i cant do it

[rapidhighway]

omg guys tech noir by gunship has a sequel and its a happy ending :)

[mood2you]

how can my laptop

update if it hasn't been connected to the internet in 6 weeks?

[erinfern0]

cutting the cord

spencer reid x explosives specialist!gn!reader

— gender-neutral nicknames, gender-neutral anatomy, only pronouns used are you, they, etc.

summary: the team struggles with a group who planned to plant a bomb in a town hall to spread awareness of their cause. as the only technicians available in the area are busy with another emergency, Spencer finds himself calling you, the closest off-duty technician he knew, despite how much he hates the idea.

warnings: emotional, angst(?), some swearing, love confession, and obviously stress, anxiety and fear for your life, etc. cliffhanger

a/n: this was highly inspired by episode 'hero worship' from season 10 of Criminal Minds. I haven't written anything besides smut for such a long time I wanted to give something like this a try. Itt's also over like 2,5k words long--- (I'm so sorry i don't even know how i wrote it)

Doomsday Prophets - The group they were tracking started off small, with a bunch of troubled, unsupervised teenagers led by their online guru, who believed the system was too flawed to even try to repair it. They spent their first months spreading their agenda with countless flayers and graffiti murals all over the most popular places in the city. No one knew his real name, just the internet alias of doomsking130. Even the great Garcia couldn't track him in time before one of his sidekicks got brutally beaten for trying to leave.

Countless informants, and hours spent in interrogation rooms with lower-ranked members and the injured boy, lead them to the leader struggling with psychosis and an overwhelming god complex. He believed the only way to get people's attention was to set a bomb in a nearby town hall in the early morning hours, showing even the government can't protect people from the truth, at least that's what the team thought.

He never even thought there might be security guards waiting for him, informed about his plans by the FBI. As soon as they saw him entering the building via security cameras, they called no other than SSA Hotchner, who had warned them earlier that something like this might happen soon. His team quickly moved into action, hoping they could stop him before he set up the bomb, just to avoid getting help from Bomb Techs.

“Dave, you and I go from the staff-only entry on the left, Morgan and Jareau take the right window, the security guard who called left it open,” said Agent Hotchner, pointing the right directions to his team, watching them split. “Reid and Callahan, you enter the front and look for any worker left in the building.”

Everyone nodded in understanding, splitting and running to their destinations with their guns in their hands. Dr. Reid could feel a tiny drop of sweat running down his brow as he pointed another person toward the front door. People ran away in fear but kept their mouths closed not to alarm the criminals' leader.

Some time passed, leading the team to the building's basement, where the leader set up his life's biggest achievement. A small-looking detonator, connected to two canisters of gasoline, was set next to the power outlet. The arrest was quick, he didn't try any games or to run away, he simply allowed Agent Rossi to cuff him, because the damage was done.

Or was about to be done.

The bomb was already set, giving the team one and a half hours to deal with it as the unsub refused to help. He screamed about how the government tries to control the youngest of all to be their mindless little soldiers. How the system was set to manipulate the youth into dying for the country that didn't care about them. He laughed as Agent Morgan inspected the bomb from a distance.

“Y'all are a part of their games, agents,” he spat as agent Rossi guided him to the door. “All I spread is the truth, you're just too blind to see them using you. My kids won't stop opening people's eyes, even when you take me away! The Doomsday will come as they realize they'd been lied to...”

“Aren't you even worse?” Asked Morgan, crossing his arms with a displeased look on his face.

"How so?" Asked the man, suspiciously calm and smug as he raised his head proudly.

"Well, technically speaking even if what you're saying is true, the government uses us to help other people who can't protect themselves from people like you," said Reid, staring at the man as if he were trying to look at his soul. "You on the other hand pressure troubled teens into doing your dirty work to feed your ever-growing god complex, which almost led one of them to death."

The unsub seemed to be confused, that little frown on his brows, mindlessly staring into the wall behind Dr. Reid as he parted his lips as if he was about to speak.

"Seems like you used up your limit," taunted Callahan, smirking at him as he opened his mouth again.

He started trashing his arms around in Rossi's grip, spitting something out in some Slavic language they couldn't understand.

“That's enough,” murmured Rossi, tightening his grip and taking the criminal outside, leading him to the car parked in front of the building alongside Callahan.

“I'll call the Techs,” said Hotchner, heading outside to get his phone.

Some minutes later he came back with his arms crossed and that strange, disappointed look.

"And?" Asked Morgan, looking around the room, kneeling beside the bomb, and inspecting it closer.

"They might or may not be here in an hour, there was another emergency, supposedly done by the Dooms Prophets," said Agent Hotchner, looking at all of his people who stayed inside.

"He planned this better than we thought," whispered Jennifer, looking at him with concern. "The kids must have lied..."

"Or he didn't trust all of them, the ones we got to speak with were younger, less devoted. He wouldn't trust them with that information," added Reid, standing beside Morgan.

"Yeah, but if he really treated them like prophets for the close-minded folks, he wouldn't change his mind from a long-lasting plan to something so quick," murmured Derek, looking up at his teammates.

"This was his plan all along, he knew he'd be caught. He just hoped his Prophets would continue his work without him," Reid chimed in, looking around to only see his teammates confused faces. "His nickname was 'doomsking130'… The bomb was set to an hour and a half," he added, looking at his watch, then the device. "I think the attack and the emergency wasn't his idea, it's his followers who tried to continue his work on their own."

They all stared at one another, nodding in agreement while processing his words, following up on the idea of their Boy Genius.

Morgan turned his head slightly to look at the messy-haired doctor. "This shit is too complicated, nothin' I've seen yet, this guy is a smart one," he whispered, shaking his head softly. "I can't deal with this... I'm sorry."

"Not your fault, Derek. We'll wait for the Techs," assured Hotchner, patting his agent's back as he stood up away from the bomb.

"There is no time," said Jareau, turning her head to her team. "You said they 'may or may not' be here in an hour, and we already lost a few minutes, they might be too late."

The atmosphere in the room felt heavier as Agent Rossi came back to the room, saying he got the local police to drag the leader to the station, while Kate called her family to inform them she'd be late. He felt as disappointed and worried as everyone, making sure to keep the pregnant agent safe, away from the building as the rest searched for a solution for a few more minutes.

"Reid," started Morgan, turning to face his friend. "Doesn't your lovebird know how to deal with those?"

"Um, yeah, they worked in the bomb disposal department, but decided to take a break from this a while back," he answered, already frowning his brows at the dreadful idea.

"Would they be able to disarm it?" joined Hotchner, crossing his arms as he listened.

"I think so..." he said unsurely, his hands shaking slightly at scenarios running through his head. "It wouldn't be exactly legal to bring them here, just for your information."

"Would be quicker than the actual technicians," noticed Jareau, looking at Spencer with a soft, understanding look on her face. She knew exactly how much it had to scare him, but like everyone else — she couldn't see another way.

"If they don't feel like doing it, we'll just have to wait for the Bomb Techs, as a civilian now, they shouldn't feel pressured into risking so much," reminded Hotchner, looking at Dr. Reid with a glimpse of sympathy.

"But saving some time would be nice," said Morgan unapologetically, moving closer to Reid. "They live only a few blocks away, local police could escort them and secure the area."

Jennifer came up to Spencer, slowly wrapping an arm around him, soothing his tense muscles. She saw the distress in his eyes, but just like the doctor, she didn't like the idea.

"I'll call," decided Spencer, closing his eyes to calm down. "They live around eight minutes away from here, but-"

"It's up to them," assured Hotchner, nodding his head in understanding. "I'll make some calls, to make sure they won't get into any trouble if they decide to come."

Getting a call from Spencer so early in the morning was usual, so you left your book on the side of the couch, paying your full attention to his words. He spoke quickly, almost too quickly as he tried to summarize everything in the shortest amount of time possible, making it hard for you to interrupt him. Just the tiredness and distress in his voice made you melt, gathering your kit before he could even finish his ramble.

You didn't hesitate, jumping into the police car he talked about that escorted you right to the town hall, passing the barrier blocks and reporters who tried to talk to you. You covered your face with your hood, knowing too well not to talk to them, especially that you weren't there exactly legally. Passing agents Rossi and Callahan, you waved at them, getting polite nods as they watched you disappear into the building.

You walked as quickly as possible, guided by the deputy that drove you there. Something felt different, deep inside of you as you ran downstairs to the basement. It wasn't the first time you got an urgent call to help disarm a bomb, that was your entire life for the past few years, but just reminding yourself of Spencer's voice made your heart beat a little faster.

"SSA Aaron Hotchner," said the tall man who stood in the middle of the room, nodding his head as he shook your hand. He was the only member of the team you didn't have the chance to meet. You introduced yourself. Just hearing your own specialist title fall from your lips felt so distant as you were on a break for the past few months.

You nodded to everyone, only locking eyes with Spencer, who got closer as if just his presence was meant to protect you. "Agent Hotchner," you started, looking away from your boyfriend to kneel beside the device, opening your kit of tools in a hurry. "Evacuate the building and the area, I'll do my best but with devices like this..."

"I understand," he assured, letting Morgan and Jareau leave the room. There was only one more person who didn't budge beside him. "Reid?"

You looked to your side, watching Spencer shake his head and roll his sleeves up. "I'd like to stay," he said as if it was nothing, not even looking at his superior.

"It's your call," said Hotchner, looking at him with worry, but he left the basement. You knew if you weren't so important to Spencer he'd never allow this kind of behavior, but you could feel your blood boil at just the idea of him staying.

"Leave," you said simply, knowing how dangerous it was for him. At that moment, you didn't even care for yourself, you've done this a million times, but risking his life...

"Not a chance," he replied, reaching for your flashlight to help you. You could see the way his hands started shaking then he lifted it and it started to break your heart.

"You can't do this, Spence," you whispered breathlessly, focusing your eyes on the device. Two detachable components connected only by a few wires, a wide panel to control the bomb was already turned off the moment the time was set and two big canisters of gasoline beside just to make the explosion more dangerous.

"I can and I will," he said firmly, watching your skilled fingers run over the bomb to carefully detach the two parts.

"For fucks sake, Spencer," you sighed, already feeling the way your lip quivered with every word. "I can't promise you anything, I can't do this to you..."

"I'm not leaving," he repeated through gritted teeth, looking up at you from under his messy hair, covering most of his face as he spoke. "And stop trying to convince me otherwise."

You wiped the tears that spilled from your eyes as they followed one wire after another, watching the way they split and connected to find the one to cut. There were way more than in a usual device and just from the look of it, you knew some of them were just decoys, not really connected to any part, not activating anything, just being there to fuck with the mind of the person who dared to try defusing it.

"I can't focus when all I can think of is this killing you," you whispered, your voice breaking with every passing second. "Leave me here, I need to do this alone... I can't risk your life like this. You mean too much not only to me but to your team, your mom, the people who will need the help of an actual genius, so please, just spare me the talking and get out when you still have the chance. It's so selfish to even think..."

His calm and soft voice stopped you in the middle of your monologue. Tears kept falling down your face as you recognized the words he spoke. The stubborn bastard couldn't even fathom the idea of leaving you to this by yourself. Despite how scared he was inside, he kept his cool, reciting one of your favorite books from memory.

You inhaled deeply, feeling yourself growing more steady and calm, your muscles relaxing with every paragraph. Despite biting into your lip harshly, you didn't feel the pain, the tears were gone and the annoyingly fast heartbeat eased.

Spencer kept his eyes glued to your fingers as he took breaths in between each sentence, only glimpsing up a you for a second every time you cut another decoy wire to clear your way to the actual ones.

The time seemed to stop despite the timer showing you almost an hour passed already, leaving you with only a few minutes to neutralize the threat. You wiped your face in your hoodie, getting rid of sweat and tears as you cut through the last decoy, leading you to analyze the actual device.

You caught the cord you thought was the right one with your scissors, swallowing harshly at just the idea of you being wrong. You reached your free hand to the side, mindlessly searching for his. Doing this was not only risking the lives of you and Spencer but potentially unaware people who happened to be close by. Your heart sped up drastically as you made the decision.

Looking up, you saw Spencer who stopped mid-sentence. A look of worry passed through his face as he intertwined your fingers, his other hand resting on the back of your head, soothing you by slowly moving his fingers through your hair.

"Spencer," you whispered breathlessly, a stray tear running down your cheek, leaving him to quickly wipe it off with a soft smile."I love you..."

His smile only grew bigger as looked at you, that familiar sparkle in his eye shining brightly at you. His eyes were teary, but he didn't let any tears spill as he nodded. Those puppy eyes stared at you with the most love you've ever seen.

"I know," he whispered back, his voice cracking as he looked down at your hands.

You felt like the whole world crushed over you as he didn't say those words back, unlike he did a million times before. Your heart sank but you just looked down, brows frowned as you focused not to lose all composure you had left.

For a split second, the basement was filled with eerie silence as you pushed down on the scissors, cutting the cord in half.

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[biggesttmntfanintheworld]

short and sweet mutant mayhem x gn! reader headcanons!!

raph

bullies you(in a nice way i swear)

playfully wrestles you a lot

you guys walk to school together every. singe. DAY.

and he walks you home everyday too

you go to all his wrestling matches(ALL OF THEM)

he slaps your butt a lot(but if you want him to stop he will)

he calls you baby babe boo bae and meat pizza(IN A NICE WAY)

leo

biggest. simp. EVER.

he'll order pizza for you whenever you're hungry(since he can't cook), and if you pay him $1.05 and a kiss on the cheek he'll clean your entire living space

he talks about Tom Brady a lot(im sorry)

he talks about football a lot(im sorry again)

he gets jealous when he sees you talking to any human male(red flag)

you guys go on a date at the outdoor movie place every Saturday

he calls you sweetie honey love my love sweetheart and beautiful

donnie

( i LOVE this goofy goober)

shy asf

would do anything Tech wise for you

you guys listen to Kpop a lot(im sorry if you don't like it)

he tells you really bad jokes(please laugh)

let's you try on his glasses

you guys cuddle and hug a lot

he calls you baby babe honey and bae

mikey

SUPER SWEETHEART<33

HUGS AND CUDDLES ALL DAY EVERY DAY

he calls you cutie more than your own name

can and will kiss you all day(Forget homework bro)

likes when you scratch his shell

says i love you 478 times a day

if you guys sit across each other in class EVERY TIME you look at him he ALWAYS blows you a kiss

he tells you cheesy jokes

he calls you baby babe honey cutie boo bae and pizza bite

IM FINALLY DONEEEEE I REALLY HOPED YOU LIKED ITT

BYE BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[kiforditom-szetszedem]

Tipikus példa rosszul megírt cikkre, aminek semmi keresnivalója nem lenne tudományos rovatban. Indoklás:

A címben szereplő NASA-nak semmi kòze a dologhoz. Az illető valamikor ott dolgozott, ez most a szólóprojektje. Ez hasonló ahhoz, amikor Scaramuccit szólaltatják meg a tévében politikai kommentátorként, pedig csak 10 napig volt a Fehér Ház szóvivője, azt is úgy, hogy még munkába sem állt ez alatt

Azt írják, áttörést értek el, találtak egybúj jelensrget. Nem részletezik, hogy ez mi. Bocs, de amig ez nincs megnevezve, addig ez nem tech, még csak nem is tudomány, hanem bulvár rovat. Én is mondhatok hasonlót

A cikk szerint majd ha a jelenlegi 10 millinewton hajtóerőt fel sikerül skálázni, el lehet majd vele jutni a Holdra. Ezzel csak az a baj, hogy ők maguk írják le, hogy alkalmatlan még egy alma levegőben tartására is - bármi is legyen az. Jelenleg is léteznek pl ionhajtóművek, működnek is, 20-250 mN hajtóerővel, mégsem mondja azt senki, hogy majd ezzel érjük el a szökési sebességet. Illetve van aki mondja, de azoknak hideg vizes borogatást szoktak a fejére tenni ilyenkor nyáron.

A cikk megemlíti, hogy egyszer az Artemis-program űrhajóit is ez hajthatja, ami elég merész, tekintve, hogy semmi konkrétat nem tudunk a 10mN mellett, viszont megint itt egy NASA hivatkozás annak ellenére, hogy ez egy magáncég.

Végén egy naív idiotizmussal zárul: "több tonna üzemanyagra lenne szükség indításonként, hogy elérje az ember a világűrt" - ügyes próbálkozás, technikailag igaz, hogy több tonna, gyakorlatilag ez jelenleg kb 750 tonna az Artemis, valamint 395.7 tonna a SpaceX Falcon 9 esetében

A hivatkozott cikk sokkal több részletet elárul, s a kettőből egyetlen következtetést lehet csak levonni, semmi többet: hogy a hvg cikk írója olvasott egy cikket amiből nem értett semmit, majd leírta, hogy olvasott egy cikket. Semmi baj, HVG, a New Scientist is ezt csinálja, csak nagyban

[watch-with-a-thousand-eyes]

fair but alsssoooo skill issue o3

CUBE CUBE CUBE CUBE CUBE. SHOW US THE CUBE. THE CUBE. THE CUBE

MY

[eightiesfan]

ITT 1980

[inbarfink]

You are now a villain in a fictional story!

[deramin2]

Please make sure you know how to use speech to text on your phone and what app you're going to use in case you suddenly lose your hearing and have to communicate to a doctor about it.

And make sure your aging parents (or other friends and family) know this. This is not something you want to be figuring out while you or they are sick and or disoriented. And you definitely don't want to be trying to do tech support over text while someone's in the hospital and if you can't this very soon they'll get inadequate or slow care.

It's possible to write on paper or a white board but my experience is it's much slower and people use confusing shorthand to speed it up.

I really encourage people to experiment with and learn all the adaptive technology in your pocket even at a basic level because really big disability impairments—temporary or permanent—can happen way faster then you imagine and it's much scarier and more frustrating if you don't know what to do to compensate.

There is so much adaptive technology already in your pocket that was science fiction even 20 years ago, or wildly expensive and harder to set up. What we have today is truely incredible for aiding disabled people.

Learn when it's easier, less stressful, you can take it in more slowly, and get used to it off and on. Not while you're having an emergency. And itt will also teach you how you can take small daily actions to ensure access for disabled people (like writing alt text and captions and video transcripts).

[kaminokatie]

Valentines Day || Crosshair

Synopsis - You have no Valentines for this years Valentines Day.

Warnings - SFW.

Notes - Cross divider by the talented @stars-n-spice

Word Count - 750.

{Caffeinate Me}

Valentines Day was fast approaching and you had yet to secure yourself a date for the evening. It was hard, afterall. Being in the middle of war didn’t give you many opportunities to find a suitor, especially not when you had your boys to protect. You were currently sitting on the Havoc Marauder, on your way back to Kamino with your squad after the completion of your most recent mission. Hunter looked you up and down, eyebrows knitting together as he sensed your frustration. “What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked, sitting across from you in the cockpit. 

You looked up at him, playing with your fingers and smiling softly before responding, “oh it’s nothing.” 

“It must be something,” Hunter replied, his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder gently. 

“I suppose I’m just feeling down,” you responded with a sigh, feeling his gloved hand rest against armour. “Valentine's Day is coming up and I have no date!”

“You celebrate it?” Echo’s voice came from the opposite side of the cockpit. You looked at him with genuine confusion. 

“Yes! You don’t?” 

“We’re soldiers Y/N,” Echo reminded you as he sat in the co-pilot’s chair. “We don’t do Valentine’s Day.” 

You frowned. “That sucks.” The men just shrugged in response, Crosshair's gaze lingering on your form a little longer than usual as he chewed on his toothpick. “You’ve never had a Valentines?”

“It goes against our purpose,” Tech replied, not bothering to look your way. 

“Well,” you said standing up. “This is my first year in a while without a Valentines and I’m upset about itt!”  

“You have more important things to think and worry about now Y/N,” Hunter said sternly forcing you to roll your eyes at him. 

“Yeah yeah,” you waved him off as you continued to roll your eyes. 

“I’m being serious,” Hunter said. 

“I get it,” you said. “Am I not allowed to be sad about it?” You challenged him, standing up and wrapping your arms across your chest. 

“I don’t think that’s what Hunter means Y/N,” Tech interjected, looking away from what he was doing at the controls to notice your furrowed brows. “I think he simply means we have to focus on our missions instead of courting someone.”

“Besides, why would you need a Valentines when you have us!” Wrecker grins as he wraps an arm around your shoulder. 

“Ew you’re like my brothers,” you groan, shaking Wrecker’s arm off your shoulder and storming out of the cockpit frustratedly.  

You sat on your bunk kicking your feet and thinking when you were suddenly interrupted. “Brother’s huh?” It was Crosshair. He had his signature toothpick between his lips as he spoke to you, a singular eyebrow raised as he walked towards your bunk. 

“What?” You asked softly, heart beat racing at the sudden intrusion. 

“We’re like your brothers?” 

“Well, yeah,” you mumbled, pulling your knees up to your chest. 

“Then you won’t want me to ask you to be my Valentine then?” Crosshair asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he removed his toothpick. You swear your heart skipped several beats as soon as the words left his lips. 

“Huh?” You asked, eyes wide. 

“I think you heard me,” Crosshair pressed as he sat down next to you on your bunk. He placed a hand on your thigh after flicking his toothpick carelessly across the ship, leaning his face closer to yours just to whisper “do you want to be my Valentine?” You gulped slightly, fearing this was some sort of prank, but when you searched his eyes for any deceit and found none, you nodded quickly. “Hah, that’s what I thought.”

He pressed a soft kiss to your temple before pulling away and walking back into the cockpit, taking another toothpick out of his pocket and placing it between his teeth. It was only as Crosshair left did Hunter walk in, a knowing smile on his face. “Did you get your date then?” He asked, looking you up and down. 

“I suppose I did,” you mumbled, eyes wide as you watched the door of the cockpit. 

“About time he asked you,” Hunter said, sitting down next to you. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, tearing your eyes away from the door to look at your Sargeant. 

“He’s been pining after you for months,” Hunter chuckled lightly. Your heart began to beat rapidly against your ribcage as Hunter placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing tightly. “Have fun, soldier. You both deserve it.” 

[fovarosiblog]

Van Gogh kiállítás Budapesten

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Ezer négyzetméternyi kivetítőn elevenedik meg Vincent van Gogh (1853-1890), a posztimpresszionizmus legnagyobb alakjának művészete február 2-tól a BOK csarnokban. A minden érzékszervre ható, XXI. századi tech-kulturális élmény a festőzseni legismertebb, leglátványosabb műveinek vizuális megjelenítésével nyűgözi le a közönséget. A látogatók a kiállításon nemcsak a műveket ismerhetik meg egy soha nem látott formában, hanem bepillantást nyerhetnek az alkotó életébe is.

A Van Gogh - The Immersive Experience nem egy hagyományos értelemben vett kiállítás. Nincsenek eredeti festmények a falakon, azonban a több teremből álló, kétezer négyzetméteres, hatalmas audiovizuális kiállítótér egyedülálló, innovatív lehetőséget kínál arra, hogy a látogatók elmerülhessenek a holland mester semmihez sem fogható világában.

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„Kilépünk a hagyományos keretek közül és forradalmi módon jelenítjük meg van Gogh világát. A holland festőművész legismertebb alkotásait technológiai eszközök segítségével keltjük életre, ezáltal a látogatók egy minden ízében 21. századi multimédiás élményben részesülhetnek. Ismerjük és értjük a mai generáció preferenciáit, tudjuk, hogy a felgyorsult világ új szokásokat alakított ki a kultúrafogyasztás területén is. Bízunk abban, hogy a Van Gogh – The Immersive Experience a fiatalokat is közelebb hozza a művészethez” - mondta el Dudi Bercovici, a Hadran Events ügyvezetője és a kiállítás szervezője.

A kiállítás nemzetközi sikerét jól mutatja, hogy Londonban az eredetileg eltervezett három hónapos nyitvatartás helyett immáron két éve fogadja folyamatosan a látogatókat a produkció. Az Egyesült Államokban, Atlantában pedig tavaly nyár óta 600 ezren váltottak jegyet a látványosságra, amely így történelme során már több, mint 20 millió látogatót vonzott.

A BOK csarnokban a Van Gogh - The Immersive Experience február 2-tól előreláthatóan szeptember 1-ig várja a látogatókat. További tudnivalók és jegyek itt: https://vangoghbudapest.hu/

(sajtóközlemény)