2 years…

We hope you enjoyed your first weeks full of seriousness, and the second weekend full of fun!

2 weeks after the opening celebration for our new cohort, 2 years after the initiation of the LAS program, we have a little surprise for you.

In the following, you will find the speech, that our previous EOs, Gregor and Marie, held at the opening celebration one year ago. May it inspire you as it inspired us!



Dear Professor Dr. Gherke, Professor Dr. Zimmermann, Professor Dr. Freitag,
Dear Dr. Eschenbruch, dear teaching staff, dear second cohort of LAS students, we proudly welcome you to our prestigious castle of knowledge.

The walls of our little castle tell the stories of our first year.
We believe, these walls provide enough room for you to join us.

Not only next year, but even long after we are gone, our castle will undergo many renovations and extensions in order to fully shine.

First, let the walls tell you some of last year’s stories:

Not long ago, the field on which our castle was built was nothing but a vast forest. Thanks to a few men and women, courageous and wise indeed, the first stones were set. When we arrived, the basement was prepared and steadily the walls grew up into the sky. Just as you now, 76 of us were warmly welcomed between these vaults, too. From the first day on, the lords and ladies placed their trust in us. They provided us with the necessary tools to design the castle according to our imagination and whenever problems occurred the lords and ladies of the castle supported us with help and advice. Soon, the 76 of us started to organise themselves. Within six blocks and 12 Assemblies, we found friends and said goodbye to some. In our romantic gardens 7 moonlight romances were counted. We spent 5 nights in the lands of Berlin, 15 nights in the library chambers and 150 nights celebrating on the streets. Instead of drugs, we were dealing with numerical information. And when we heard that a trail of ambitious learners will be crossing our valley, we decorated the castle as flabbergasting as we could.

Some have been inspired to audition in order to live with us. And now, you are here. And
we believe our castle to be ready to incorporate your ideas. Some may call you peasants, padawans, little picklepricks that steal my presents – but don’t let them fool you. You are fully equal disciples of the Castellum Artes Liberales. And do not be afraid to ask the first cohort of inhabitants to show you around. Mind, however, that we can only accompany you through the next nine months, until we leave for foreign realms and hand the castle over to you. Maybe you cannot feel the warmth of our chambers yet, maybe you are afraid of what lies in the dark, but be reminded that you carry the torch in your hands already.

This torch will light you the way to many unknowns. We hope they’ll uncover surprising and innovative new rooms. Some walls will move, some will materialise, and others, already crumbling, you will find needy for renovation or a full teardown. Whenever you find a wall blank, make sure to paint on it in all the diverse colours you can imagine. There is no way you could mess up. So, never be afraid of the walls and take delight in experimenting with their eternal appearance. One of these eternal appearances seems, that the castle gives only entrance to those disciples that have proven their stand. However, for the ages to come we imagine the castle’s gates unmanned, so that every man, keen to discover the castles possibilities with us, is allowed to prove himself.

As we told you, the walls of our little castle do indeed tell you the stories of our first year. We believe these walls provide enough room for you to join us.

Not only next year, but even long after we are gone, our castle will undergo many renovations and extensions in order to fully shine.

Every day of each and everyone in the castle is building a fireplace chamber which holds the walls‘ stories. In the future, we will all be able to gather in this chamber and tell the tales of the good old times.

With cordial thanks for you lending us your ear.