And here we are, badunk-badunking our way across Sweden. And how long did it take until a fellow traveler expressed his joy over the fact that I had brought a typewriter with me to the bistro? Not long… To the keys again!
And so the time for our annual trip up north has come. Night train to Umeå and then bus to Lycksele. A plane will take us home. So… my problem is the following: Which machine should I try to bring with me in a backpack? The Kolibri and The Portable are my smallest ones, but the Kolibri is, as we all know, a heavy piece of engineering. And The Portable? I love it and I don’t want anything to happen to it, a trip is after all a hazardous enterprise for something born in 1924… So, this poses somewhat of a dilemma. A trip by plane limits your options, doesn’t it? I can’t bring too much luggage on board. Otherwise I would gladly carry a portable along – and to write up in the air? That would be a club to join! I guess there aren’t a lot of people who do that nowadays… And that settles it! I won’t squeeze anything in a backpack, I’m going to carry the Kolibri in its bag!
I made some progress with the wax on this one too. I thought I had cleaned it, if not thoroughly, at least decently, but the cloth I used for waxing was black as sin by the time I was done. And the greenish Lovecraftian fungus-mucus that stained the cloth when I waxed the keys (again, I thought I had cleaned them pretty good, they looked clean to the naked eye!) showed me that some kinds of filth can survive a soap-soaked attack, even if you rub the area where it has gathered. I wonder how many computer keyboards are as fun or rewarding to clean as the keys that give your soul a voice?