Topping-out speech

Topping-out ceremony of the log machine hall at Sande Sunday, September 21, 2008 [by Michael Stoklas]

Ladies, gentlemen and professors, lift your hats, caps and prick up your ears today. A house (not for human inhabitants) has been built here, of native wood, round and without sharp edges. This house shall protect many a sheet metal and steel from all too rapid arrival of the years It is built on heavy feet, which Philipp has made, we want to welcome him too! The trees were once reforested, by young colonials, but they have long since rusted away. The wood comes from the Ditsl forest on the bike path, and was sawed long and short. Then everything was first spread out downstairs, nicely prepared in carpenter's manner, until then the strong Antonio was on the spot, and helped to straighten the logs - that was wun-der-bar! Then soon - oh shock, it turns out, the whole wobbles like grandma's garden house! Then I thought as an old carpenter, we tie it to the pear tree. But it was too old and far away, so I threw this idea into the mud. And simply continued to build upwards, and lo and behold: the wind, the old gust - just kept still, so I screwed a few more corners, I think now you no longer have to hide. My first house stands there, bristling with strength, tightening it to the sky against wind and against gravity. Who would have thought that the trees that you cut down, you put somewhere else again! The master Christian, is also still thanks for some considerations and looks into the filing cabinet! One must make evenly also still, with such horizontal things. Oh yes and thanks also to the angel with the protection, which has preserved us probably from some fall in' dirt. The little tree, which stands here to my side, on which the ribbon blows in the wind. Shall, contrary to all traditions, live right next to this house. The first Richtbaum, which still lives, and nevertheless here completely above floats. Is a yew, She gets this house to stay. Now we want to raise our glasses, and thank you again. To all who contributed, that this house can now rise to the sky. First and foremost, we would like to mention the builder, who is this actually - so on the bell? The DITSL? Professor Hensel or Frankenhausen? who actually knows out here? I would say Heiko is our man, because he is the one who is most concerned. He can, when everything is finished, with a big, fast step. Finally walking again, and no longer stumbling through the workshop. Thanks to this, and also to all workshop flies, we now get a shed. This wish only came in the spring, the Christ Child heard it early. So that today we are already standing on the edge of the roof, and see this glass in the sky. Last but not least, we want to swing the glass again, and then lower it, forever, to the earth. (I hope I haven't forgotten anyone, let's hear from him, I'll take him out to dinner). The shards shall bring happiness to the house in all good and bad times!

Ladies, gentlemen and professors, lift your hats, caps and prick up your ears today. A house (though not for human inhabitants) has been built here, of native wood, round and without sharp edges. This house shall protect many a sheet metal and steel from all too rapid arrival of the years It is built on heavy feet, which Philipp has made, we want to welcome him too! The trees were once reforested, by young colonials, but they have long since rusted away. The wood comes from the Ditsl forest on the bike path, and was sawed long and short. Then everything was first spread out downstairs, nicely prepared in carpenter's manner, until then the strong Antonio was on the spot, and helped to straighten the logs - that was wun-der-bar! Then soon - oh shock, it turns out, the whole wobbles like grandma's garden house! Then I thought as an old carpenter, we tie it to the pear tree. But it was too old and far away, so I threw this idea into the mud. And simply continued to build upwards, and lo and behold: the wind, the old gust - just kept still, so I screwed a few more corners, I think now you no longer have to hide. My first house stands there, bristling with strength, tightening it to the sky against wind and against gravity. Who would have thought that the trees that you cut down, you put somewhere else again! The master Christian, is also still thanks for some considerations and looks into the filing cabinet! One must make evenly also still, with such horizontal things. Oh yes and thanks also to the angel with the protection, which has preserved us probably from some fall in' dirt. The little tree, which stands here to my side, on which the ribbon blows in the wind. Shall, contrary to all traditions, live right next to this house. The first Richtbaum, which still lives, and nevertheless here completely above floats. Is a yew, She gets this house to stay. Now we want to raise our glasses, and thank you again. To all who contributed, that this house can now rise to the sky. First and foremost, we would like to mention the builder, who is this actually - so on the bell? The DITSL? Professor Hensel or Frankenhausen? who actually knows out here? I would say Heiko is our man, because he is the one who is most concerned. He can, when everything is finished, with a big, fast step. Finally walking again, and no longer stumbling through the workshop. Thanks to this, and also to all workshop flies, we now get a shed. This wish only came in the spring, the Christ Child heard it early. So that today we are already standing on the edge of the roof, and see this glass in the sky. Last but not least, we want to swing the glass again, and then lower it, forever, to the earth. (I hope I haven't forgotten anyone, let's hear from him, I'll take him out to dinner). The shards shall bring happiness to the house in all good and bad times!

Topping-out ceremony for the log machine hall at Sande
Sunday, September 21, 2008 [by Michael Stoklas ]

Ladies, gentlemen and professors,

lift your hats, caps and prick up your ears today.

A house (though not for human inhabitants) has been built here,

made of native wood, round and without sharp edges.

This house shall preserve some sheet metal and steel'

from all too fast arrival of the years

It is built on heavy feet,

Philip made them, and we want to welcome him, too!

The trees were once reforested

by young colonialists, but they have long since rusted away.

The wood comes from the Ditsl forest along the bicycle path,

and was sawed long and short.

Then everything was first spread out below,

in carpenter's manner beautifully prepared.

Until then the strong Antonio was on the spot,

and helped to straighten the logs - that was wun-der-bar!

Then soon - oh shock, it turns out,

the whole thing was shaking like Grandma's summer house!

So I thought to myself as an old carpenter,

we tie it to the pear tree.

But it was too old and far away,

so I threw this consideration into the mud.

And simply continued to build upwards,

and lo and behold: the wind, the old gust - just kept still,

so I screwed a few more corners,

I think now you no longer have to hide.

My first house stands there, bristling with strength,

that tightens it to the sky against wind and gravity.

Who would have thought that the trees that you cut down,

would be put somewhere else again!

To the master Christian, be also still thanks

for some considerations and looks into the filing cabinet!

One must make evenly also still,

with such horizontal things.

Oh yes and thanks also to the angel with the protection,

he has probably saved us from many a fall into the dirt.

The little tree, which stands here on my side,

on which the ribbon blows in the wind.

Shall, against all traditions,

shall live right next to this house.

The first Richtbaum, which still lives,

and yet hovers here at the top.

Is a yew, She gets this house to stay.

Now we want to raise our glasses,

and say thank you once again.

To all who contributed,

that this house can now reach for the sky.

First and foremost, the builder,

who is that actually - so on the bell?

The DITSL? Professor Hensel or Frankenhausen?

who actually knows out here?

I would say Heiko is our man,

because he's the one who's most concerned.

He can, when everything is ready,

with a big, fast step.

Now finally walking again,

and no longer stumbling through the workshop.

To him, and also to all workshop flies,

thanks that we now get a shed.

This wish only came in the spring,

The Christ Child heard it early.

So that today we are already standing on the edge of the roof,

And see this glass in the sky.

Last but not least, let's raise the glass again,

and then, forever, lower it to the earth.

(I hope I haven't forgotten anyone, let's hear from him, I'll take him out to dinner). The shards shall bring happiness to the house in all good and bad times!