bought ten years ago, in a store waste from the USSR in the 4 th Avenue New York, one of my most treasured possessions: a timer to the KGB, ball dark blue, needle (the only watches that a man can use) and a red shield with the hammer and sickle. There were many interesting things in that shop, uniforms, those furry hats that can incinerate the brains of anyone who uses them closer to the tropics to the Arctic, Rushenko reproductions, and a funny old Russian shopkeeper who told me he had met some Uruguayans in Russia, but had not gotten along with them because they were "big fans." morbid, elegant, slightly sinister (the KGB it was a watch factory, remember, and the shop was used items), the clock became one of those things that you know is going to be one, indivisible, and that will symbolize both the extraordinary circumstance purchase as an age, aesthetics, something our own.
Six years after buying the watch stopped working. I took him to a legendary watchmaker Pocitos, one of the last exponents of a lost art, who fixed it but not for long. A few weeks after they stopped moving their hands again, I'd take this time and watch what was being studied for a long time. When I said "look, like many Russian things this is pretty poorly done and also a complicated way. The removed piece by piece but not works, is dead. Comprate a good automatic, a Eternamatic or something and this leave in the drawer ".
Eternamatic
I had inherited from my father and family with a huge karma over, but I liked that I'd like to leave a son, was my watch blue dial communist. I kept it in a drawer with sadness.
In the years since I used two different clocks, a Seiko black dial with golden needles, and one that my mother gave me apparently quite expensive, which not even remember the brand. None of them broke ever, none was automatic (balance the complex mechanisms that make the rope of a watch is loaded by the movement are now considered too expensive and fragile, especially having so powerful and small batteries) and lost without any pain in less than a year: one had a belt that irritated me the wrist and pulled me often until I forgot in a bar, the other that broke his leash while walking in the park and I did not realize when he fell to the ground. I will not miss them.
Earlier this year I decided to buy a new watch, but then I realized I did not need, at the end after being permanently with the above cell I was informed of the time. But I missed the object, never wore bracelets but I like having something on her wrist somehow fulfill that role, something dark and virile charisma, something like a blue dial watch of the KGB, for example. And then I thought, why not use it, but does not work?
actually had a lot of answers to that question, of which the simplest was that I was exposing myself to look like an asshole or a jerk when I ask the time-something that usually happens especially when the clock in question is large and notorious, "but also by the simple aura of helplessness that causes a clock that does not give it the time (except twice day, as we know that we know the sayings whites), almost as the very definition of futility.
But I liked my watch, a murderer, so I decided to use it anyway. "Ridiculous? Of course, such as love letters which he spoke Pessoa. Like everything.
After nearly a month of taking what happened in a way it had to happen, one day saw the second hand was moving. I was excited, as after all when he began to stop working also had periods where they worked, stopping inevitably a couple of hours later. Just in case I put in time, this was on the night of Iemanjá, the February 2.
Quid pro quo, today, March 9, the clock is running and I just had to pass three or four minutes a few times. I marveled at the fact but in a calm, as when one contemplates the improbability of a simple act of justice. Because it is right, I returned the watch condition and lend me some criminal charm, giving me time to go to work with the same security as ever, in one of those, given the time to kill, unable - perhaps as the owner, to notice a significant difference.
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