Little Engine Shed
1895
Who can you most often meet in a heating plant with tools in hand?
Well, us!
Our Hall of Fame. Meet the people without whom the Engine Shed would still be overgrown with thorns. Here you will find portraits of our regular crew, as well as experts who have lent us a helping hand with specialized work that our strength was (yet) insufficient for. Each of them has imprinted a piece of their skill and heart into these walls.
She rakes, she weeds, she sweeps the floor,
She’s never lazy, she’s so much more.
A girl for everything, rain or shine,
That’s our Linda—doing just fine.
He hunts, he searches, he ponders deep,
But with a saw, he makes a leap.
No fungus-ridden tree stands a chance,
That’s Miloš—putting the saw in a trance.
When life is heavy and time flies ahead,
He finds his peace in the engine shed.
With a long list of deeds, and more in stock,
Our Radek is welcome—he’s our rock.
Cutting and scraping through mud and through muck,
Returning the "gifts" left by every truck.
Never at parties, he's here in the rough,
Jaroslav—made of the sturdiest stuff.
Walls and pillars, he’ll build or tear down,
Then we roast sausages, the best in town.
Always calm, with no stress in his sight,
Petr works hard from the dawn till the night.
Walls and pillars, he’ll build or tear down,
Then we roast sausages, the best in town.
Always calm, with no stress in his sight,
Petr works hard from the dawn till the night.