My neighbor Sirmbardis.

2010-2011

Listen, Sirmbārdis asked me, do you know anyone who needs old clocks? I shrugged my shoulders and wondered where he had gotten them.

It turns out that Sirmbārdis, my neighbor in the countryside, a Soviet-era collective farm turner, had also worked as a clockmaker at home for many years.

The strangest thing was that, as a turner, he only had three full fingers. The others were lost in a grenade explosion, while playing after the war.

Contributors:

Anete Mežkaza, Arturs Analts, Betija Balode, Evija Kraukle, Madara Zepa