Trelograms #13 — Nothing Is Broken until It Cannot Be Fixed

The helmet mount for my action camera broke the very first time i tried to use it.

I was in Bendery, Transnistria. A curious bystander who saw me trying to put it back together with super glue referred me to the shop on the street corner — the owner Alex briefly stopped what he was doing to acknowledge my existence, gazed at the broken mount for a couple of seconds, then reached down to a very heavy box overflowing with all shapes and sizes of nuts and bolts — “here you go, if you can find what you need in there, it’s yours!” — and swiftly went back to what he was doing.

It was clearly implied that Alex is the local repairman — while i browsed the box, several people came in and out of his shop with all shades of appliances for him to inspect and care for.

The helmet mount was neither the first nor the last item in my kit to malfunction — but it appears to have marked the moment when the repair mindset kicked in.

In my previous life, i worked (by design, not choice) more hours than i wanted, for more money than i knew what to do with — getting good gear and replacing it whenever it simply didn’t look quite like what i wanted it to had never been an issue.

The decision now was a little more difficult though — i could spend a couple of days worth of my budget for that project getting a replacement for the mount, or i could try to fix it.

From holes in my clothes to the voltage stabilizer for my hub dynamo, upgrading or extending the lifespan of what not very long ago i might have thrown away at worse or surrendered to the expensive care of a specialist at best often turned out to be just a matter of understanding how it works, plus the interested ingenuity of a local.

Who’s wealthier?

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Featured photo: my “brand new” helmet mount, which several weeks after the fix was still working perfectly well — and still is! ( Ukraine, May ’17 )


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Trelograms #4 — What Is Home?

The other night, a creepy incident at home: someone knocking at our door, close to midnight, desperately asking us to please let them in  — then returning half an hour later and insisting on the same thing. We couldn’t establish who they were, whom or what they were looking for, or why they picked our door and seemingly none of our neighbors’.

My girlfriend and i felt very unsafe  —  trapped, really: “are they still outside?”   — “it seems like it, or at least i didn’t hear their footsteps going downstairs”  —  “how did they get inside the building?”

The irony…

My girlfriend has hitchhiked and i’ve ridden my bicycle solo throughout Eastern Europe for months on end, and the one thing we could agree upon was, we never felt like that on the road — never! In fact, when i’m in the countryside, i actually feel safer if the locals know where i am camping.

Are we confused?

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Featured photo: our apartment door in Lviv ( Fall ’17 )


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