A faithful clock.

Unawatuna, 30-10-1994. Two days ago my clock stopped. I managed to get it going again but one day later it stopped again and this time, I am afraid for good. Slowly all the things I took with me from back home, - was that Holland? - have either been replaced or need to be replaced on short notice. In pure fustration I smashed my clock that has faithfully accompanied me on countless travels across the globe, to pieces.