Yesterday, my watch stopped and I wanted to replace the battery. Watch-repairers are to be found interspersed with tailors and shoe-shiners along Haile Selassie Street so I beetled along there to ask them to open the watch and replace the cell.
Sadly, the youngsters plied their pliers and failed to budge it.
Not really wanting to buy a new watch, I asked around last night and was told of "a little old man who sits near the steps" , so I went again today and found Mr. Waziri.
It took a long time (including waiting 40 mins for the shop where he stored his vice to be opened) and a lot of effort with his Swiss watch-opening tools, but it gave me time to chat and watch some high-speed games of advanced-level Bao. (I felt declining to take part was just sheer common sense.)
It turns out that Waziri has been repairing watches since 1958, which is indeed a lot of time-pieces...
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