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2011-10-23
The Hall Clock At first, I wanted to write about this clock, which has been in my parents home as long as I can remember, but then I heard an exerpt from “The Fish Can Sing” by Halldór Laxness and now I’ll strongly recommend to read that instead. As for this clock, somebody bought it at the J. Brandmann clock store in Berlin-Mitte before the progroms took place. It obviously survived the World War II undamaged in a flat of an elderly woman, who died in the 1970s and my mum bought it then from her daughter. For me it always seemed to be a gate into another world: A wonderful, magical one at day and a scary one at night, when I sneaked into the kitchen and it suddenly started to ring. In the last few years it stood still because its ringing-mechanism was broken. When my mum moved into a smaller flat this year, she gave it to me and I fixed it. So now, it’s standing there, telling me what the time is and calms me with it’s ticking.

The Hall Clock

At first, I wanted to write about this clock, which has been in my parents home as long as I can remember, but then I heard an exerpt from “The Fish Can Sing” by Halldór Laxness and now I’ll strongly recommend to read that instead. As for this clock, somebody bought it at the J. Brandmann clock store in Berlin-Mitte before the progroms took place. It obviously survived the World War II undamaged in a flat of an elderly woman, who died in the 1970s and my mum bought it then from her daughter. For me it always seemed to be a gate into another world: A wonderful, magical one at day and a scary one at night, when I sneaked into the kitchen and it suddenly started to ring. In the last few years it stood still because its ringing-mechanism was broken. When my mum moved into a smaller flat this year, she gave it to me and I fixed it. So now, it’s standing there, telling me what the time is and calms me with it’s ticking.

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