I don’t remember when a pendulum
clock appeared in our room. It was located
in a wooden box with the door and the sides covered in glass. Dad
hung it on the wall, believing that we will be
tempted
to check it out. We couldn’t reach it, but we curiously watched it
from afar.
Once a week, dad used to open the
little door and „pull” the watch. It had a small key like those
of mechanical toys and with it he turned the clock spring.
The pendulum moved alternatively
towards left and right „saying”: tic, tac...
I liked that clock, because I was
„reading” it from afar and, besides that, it had a pleasant sound
that announced, like the clock from the tower of the Catholic Church,
one hour with a bang, two with two bangs, and so on. Even in the dark
I knew what time it was. At half an hour, it had a single bang.
After many years, I still think of
that clock as a friend left in the town of my childhood and it’s
like I can almost hear its „song”.
Safely
-
the
pendulum movement
unruffled
(tr. Bianca Alexandra Lala)
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