Mosque Clock

My friend Lisa had a friend in architecture school named Nick.  We all hung out from time to time when I was living in Boston.  My strongest memory of him is a night when he was using a giant exercise ball as a chair and singing something boisterously and bouncing so dramatically that it popped and he landed hard on the floor.  At some point he took a trip, I think to Istanbul.  He brought me and Lisa each back one of these mosque clocks.  I think he knew that I was interested in studying Arabic and trying to find a way to go live in Egypt.  Maybe his trip was actually to Egypt.  I can’t remember.  I’ve carried the clock around with me every since even though I don’t think I’ve ever actually used it to tell time.

— hand delivered NYC


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