when i was in Kabul, i ventured into a quaint little shop hidden behind slightly less quaint shops. in one corner were a dozen or so Soviet rifles, on the counter was a cracked glass box containing all sorts of Soviet military memorabilia, and stacked high against the wall were about 8.2 million bricks of heroin.

i ended up purchasing two almost identical Vostok watches that were (supposedly) salvaged from dead soldiers during the Soviet occupation. i’m not entirely sure what two submariners’ wristwatches were doing in landlocked Afghanistan but i suppose different branches of the Soviet military could’ve intermingled on a fairly regular basis. besides, it was probably much easier for the shopkeeper to get things from local corpses than the Motherland.

anyway, i finally got the innards of my Vostok cleaned so now it runs smoothly and keeps correct time.

weeee :)