Very impressive, isn't it? A really neat office building I’ve had built here, right? That was in 1725 AD. I have to explain a few things about how this came about. Wildeshausen can look back on an extremely eventful history. In the Middle Ages, the Counts of Oldenburg built their castle in the south of the city, then the bishop of Bremen ruled the city, which he soon pledged again, and later it came under the rule of the Archbishop of Münster. After the Thirty Years' War, Wildeshausen then went into the belongings of Sweden and, after another interlude in Münster, finally to Hanover and thus into calmer political waters. Incidentally, this back and forth is the reason why Wildeshausen was never entirely Catholic or Protestant, but always both at the same time. But that's just by the way. Of course, the bishops of Bremen and Munster never personally ruled the city, but always appointed a noble Drost. Of course, he always resided in the castle. But over time the old walls became dilapidated. Such a castle is drafty and uncomfortable anyway. So the Drost moved to the Huntlosen estate, a handful of miles northwest of here. However, this had the disadvantage that they were not always equally present. After the Thirty Years' War, many things were no longer the way they had been before. Wildeshausen was given to the Swedes, and their governor's name was Gustav Gustavson, Count of Wasa. He was an illegitimate son of the great Swedish king Gustav Adolf, who had taught the emperor and the Catholic generals the meaning of fear. But his offspring came little after the powerful, dynamic father. Gustav loved the good life, and you could tell by looking at him. But he had a certain practical sense and also a sense of status. He therefore had the grounds of the old Alexanderstift, where most of the buildings had been burned down during the war, cleaned up and a palace built for himself. In this way he could have saved himself the journey to the Huntlosen estate in the future. However, a wedding party got in the way of his plan. The high guest was just about to start the dance of honor with the bride, the daughter of the local judge Schlueter, when the stately offspring of the Wasa house was suffered a stroke! Of course, all construction plans were obsolete for the time being. But he left the building site to everyone who came after him. And so I, Johann Henrich von Hinüber, Hanoverian electoral clerk and Drost, was able to build my official building here in 1725.