On you go then, little „Stobsiade”

As the first issue into the field

We hope that you will find mercy

In our wire-bound world

Be the true mirror of our life

Framed by golden humour

So that we do not notice the locks and bolts

Nor the sentry outside the gate

In your columns however

No politics will have a place

Though every spirit may prevail

Which tingles and sparkles and roars and bubbles

“Stobsiade” may your life be!

Let’s hope the captive army

Will soon make its way home

Yes, very soon say goodbye to Stobs[1]

[1] In German „Stobs sie ade“ – the very title of the paper means “Stobs goodbye to you”