Knock on the door at mechanical shop at work, this is where the machinists have all their machines, arranged in a huge hall. Turners and fitters, all the machinists producing technical masterpieces all according to the plans drawn up by the scientists.
Today is the Monday, the day that there is beer and pork roasts and
lasagne
a mixture liked an recommended by the machinists themselves. It is their goodbye treat from the photographer who has been with them for thirty years.
And it is a pleasure, a small banquet in a the gardens of the university with schnapps for afters. There are thirty machinists there, they were nearly all able to come.
The talk goes from the strange to the maddening, from stories of odd experiences to strange memories.
and it goes on and on
From eleven in the morning untill four in the afternoon.
There is a present, tokens for a visit to the guest house near home. They are all well and happy.
On the way to the parking lot, meet an old professor. He is still working, and has been working for the last fifty years. He is the last man doing a particular line of study, he knows this, and at over eighty he is still working. He is watching a concrete delivery truck at the building site unloading. He says that that is a thing that he has never seen before and did not know that it worked that way.
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