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  • Have you heard a story about the medieval astronomical clock in Prague? You find pictures of it for example here . I recommend you to take a glimpse of this masterpiece before continuing my story.

    The story goes like this: The builder of the clock was clockmaster Hanus in the 15th century. The clock was unique all over Europe in those days. It was admired by many ambassadors and merchants visiting Prague. Prague Councillors were extremely grateful to Hanus and donated him huge sum of money plus a house plus a white stallion (in those pre-automobilized days).

    Hanus got sensational, should I say astronomical offers, from other towns and rulers like some modern day programmer genius does get. They begged him to build another clock like that one in Prague, maybe even better. Hanus didn’t accept any of the offers. He refused to show construction plans to anybody out of loyalty to his home town.

    Prague Councillors started however to get afraid of that some day Hanus could change his mind. So they imprisoned him for a night. During that night Hanus was blinded by a hot iron so he couldn’t build another clock never ever.

    Poor Hanus.

    Now I ask you to take a look at the picture above. Do you think that a builder of that concrete box was blinded by worried City Councillors so as he couldn’t construct another jewel like that in some other town?

    No, they didn’t blind the architect. And the man didn’t blind himself after he saw what he had built. No, he didn’t empty a chalice of poison either. And he didn’t throw himself down from the roof with a flock of white pigeons.

    Actually the architect was very proud of his concrete masterpiece. Even prouder than clockmaster Hanus had been. The architect was once seen crying in front of the building. When a passer-by asked him what’s wrong the architect answered: “Nothing’s wrong. I just cry because I plan so divinely.”

    That’s the Town Hall of Kotka in the picture. It stands beside the market square. I live on the other side of square, I can admire the masterpiece every day.

    Lucky me.
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