Tripoli Clock Tower


The desire to invade that old clock tower watching over the city I call home for ages has been there for a long time, until that March afternoon. Stepped down the taxi and headed my usual way home when I asked myself, with camera in hand, why have I never been inside the clock tower? Why is it that nobody has ever went inside and documented the tower?

To my surprise, it was only a matter of heading down to the municipality and meet the mayor, who received me and gladly ordered one of the police personnel to escort me while I'm up inside that clock tower. My happiness gauge that moment went up to the sky and dropped back down in a split second. Next thing I know I was climbing the century old staircase leading to the guts of that old clock-tower I've been drooling over for years.

Each clock is electrically wired in order to show move the bars and show the time.

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Probably the old clock mechanism, since it was out of order when I was there, while the digital was where the noise was coming from.

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I had many expectations. I thought I'd see a humongous set of gears rolling around each other to make that clock work, or something like an old rusty bell hanging somewhere in there that would actually produce the ringing sound. Dear Tripolitans, your clocktower is nothing but a small box of electronic device.

The actual clock

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