[{"id": 161478, "created": "2022-06-09T08:07:43.224171", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74786, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-06-09T08:32:08.226542", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "Gugu = call of the cuckoo", "translation": "[...] boast about their stupid glass bells, we will give them a slap in the face so that their mouths hang askew.\"\r\n\r\nThe Huberwirt received eager crowds from far and wide because of his cuckoo clock, although he also drenched the curious guests with sour beer and alhtough his giggling old wife liked to write with double chalk. But when is a man satisfied with his luck?! - And so the Huber also wanted to become an enormously rich man head over heals and rebuild his house cleaner and more spacious, so that it could also accommodate the foreign wanderers who now increasingly visited the green, blue and gray mountains behind the village. But before the house could be rebuilt, first it had to burn down thoroughly. It was quite nicely insured, including roof and walls and all belongings. And yet it was located off the beaten track and close to the forest. So in God's name.\r\nFrom then on, the Huberwirt was heard to indulge in murky and foreboding insinuations. \"Be careful, men, the weather this year is severe. There will certainly be fires soon!\", he said to the guests. Or also: \"The hay has come under the roof quite damp this year. No wonder if it ignites by itself.\" Or: \"The world is getting worse and worse. How easy it is for a murder and incendiary to stray up to our village.\"\r\nAnd right. On Friday after Aegidi, a shy, gentle hum arose, a very distant weather light flashed, and far out over Rinchnachm\u00fcnd a cozy little Lower Bavarian thunderstorm broke loose. But already in Haselreuth it was striking red from the roof of the inn, and Huber stood around the fire with his wife and children, clamoring (not in their shirts, but all dressed in their best jackets and Sunday coats), and they yelled and cried: \"The lightning - the lightning. It has played with the fire.\"\r\nIn the valleys, where one saw the wild glow rise, the fire bells rang. And the people of Haselreuth ran to put out the fire. But the distress of fire was joined by the distress for water; on the sloping hillside there was no well and no pond, and with the liquid manure alone they could not master the flames. And so they stood helplessly around the building, which shone steeply like a huge torch and consumed itself.\r\n\"Didn't I tell you all along that it would ignite?!\" Huber wailed. \"I am aggrieved by fire. Aggrieved by fire am I.\"\r\n\"We are aggrieved by fire!\" his wife and children wailed.\r\n\"Everything is gone!\" began the Huber again. \"Everything, everything! And the beautiful clock, too!\"\r\nThe Huber landlord pulled his neck between his armpits, ducked down and made a bold gesture, as if he wanted to throw himself into the blazing embers and snatch the burning clock out of its throat.\r\nSuddenly, in the nearby forest, a familiar voice began to call out: \"Gugu, gugu.\"\r\n\"Jesus Mary!\" cried the innkeeper. \"Is that perhaps already his spirit?\"\r\nEverything listened up. Even the snapping, rumbling fire dimmed and seemed to hold its breath.\r\n\"Gugu, gugu\" it beckoned. \"Gugu, gugu, gugu.\" Eleven times the treacherous bird sang. \"Gugu, gugu.\"\r\nThere lay happily uncovered what should have remained secret forever, and a bright laughter shook the world. The peasants laughed so hard that their bellies shook; the hunchbacked moon of Haselreuth laughed; the blowing fire laughed; St. Florian laughed, who just poured his bucket from the cloud into the blaze; finally, the betrayed rogue himself laughed with them.\r\nAnd laughing, the people of Haselreuth went on a pilgrimage into the forest to the spruce tree on which the landlord aggrieved by the fire had taken the precaution of nailing the cuckoo clock.\r\nThe cause of the fire was not revealed to anyone unbidden, because the people of Haselreuth stick together like peas in a pod and believe that everything that was cooked in the village had to be eaten in the village. So the civic honor of the Huberwirt suffered no damage. And in hypocritical humility he accepts it when a mischievous guest winks and drinks to him with the greeting: \"Gugu.\"\r\nHans Watzlik"}}]