[{"id": 161479, "created": "2022-06-09T08:07:44.116403", "project_id": 379, "task_id": 74787, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2022-06-09T08:48:22.651040", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "Gugu = call of the cuckoo", "translation": "The cuckoo of Haselreuth\r\n\r\nThe village of Haselreuth lay with its weathered huts high and graceful on the mountain slope like the village of Bethlehem in the nativity play. Because the place was open to all clouds and winds due to its proximity to the sky, the tower clock there could not be relied upon; the wind drove the hands on it back and forth as it pleased. And that's why the peasants of Haselreuth, when they came home late at night to their wives, had the most fluent excuse that they had only wanted to find out in the inn what the time was. For the Huberwirt owned a Nuremberg clock, which, despite its wooden gears, was more accurate than the sun in the sky.\r\nNow, however, it happened that the old Nuremberg clock suddenly became moody like an aged retiree and, after an meticulously divided life, finally desired its closing-time. It began to defy, she gave the wrong time, and finally the deceitful thing stopped altogether. The Huber landlord did not know how to help himself, he brought the pendulum, which had ceased to swing and therefore seemed to be the only one to blame for everything, to the clockmaker in St. Oswald, so that he could look at it and get the unruly clock going again. The watchmaker pushed his dusty glasses up into his forehead, sniffed around a bit at the pendulum and said: \"Xaver, that clock will never get well again, its heartbeat is already too old. You need a new one. I have something for you. Freshly in from the Black Forest. Never seen before in this country. A curiosity. A miracle. Take it.\"\r\nBlessed be the man who came up with the divine idea of the cuckoo clock. In the year of salvation 1730, the venerable and artistic master Anton Ketterer, lounging in the grass of a lovely Black Forest valley on Sunday, pondered why the good Lord had not given the sun above a voice to call down the hours to earth. And now, as the tongue of a cuckoo announced itself again and again in regular spans from the black-green firs, it suddenly flashed through the master to use this fetching, quirky forest cry in his brown clocks and to let the shy, dissolute bird hop lightning-like out and in of the little door, for the pleasure and delight of all the world and especially of every German mind. As thought, so done! And the earth was again richer by a fine joy.\r\nAnd so the men of Haselreuth now squatted in the tavern and marveled at the new clock as only the people of Strasbourg ever did with their cathedral clock on which the iron rooster crows, and from sheer amazement their pipes went out between their teeth. Holy pear tree. How teasingly the bird twitched out of the case, how swiftly it retracted its beak behind the slamming door. And it was not a prissy chirping perennial hatchling, or an annoying screeching jay that nested inside the brown clock, and no bristly, decayed raven's beak poked out cawing and reminding of the gallows, but it was precisely the cuckoo, the most secretive, most hidden bird that one could never catch in the forest despite its screaming. Ten times, eleven times, twelve times in succession he uttered his fresh, whistling, mysterious, flute-soft name - gugu! gugu! gugu! - and yet did not become hoarse, no matter how often he called out, praise God, the rusty, peevishly clattering, sleepy pendulum beat was over! And the children of the village suddenly knew a new rhyme and sang and danced it.\r\n\"We go around the cuckoo's house,\r\nthe blue cuckoo laughs out.\"\r\nIt is true that in neighboring Gugl\u00f6d the innkeeper had a glass bell above the smoky dial of his clock that struck the hours, and the whole village prided itself wondrously on it. But the people of Haselreuth now pounded on the coarse, grooved beer table and swore: \"There is nothing like our Gugu in the world. And if the people from Gugl\u00f6d will once more [...]\""}}]