which had to shelter two engineers, was hardly inaccessible: Google Maps refused to make the route, GPS navigators did not want to obey the persistent efforts of the scientists and the treacherous connection distanced the scientists from the civilization with each passing minute. The weather was raging outside the small hotel where scientists stayed to spend the night. The outlines of the mountains could not be seen through the white curtain of the blizzard, and the doors were rumbling every from the drain every minute, allowing the insatiable wind to break into the room.
- Listen, Steve. How will we do it?
- We have no choice. This injured anemometer needs to be repaired!
- Damn it! I have no idea how we can navigate in such bad weather conditions. Will you try to set GPS up?
- Mike, you remember what happened to the Hank team. Gadgets usually betray.
- We can`t climb blindfold, my friend.
Suddenly Steve opened his backpack and took out a small box with a golden chain sticking out. He smiled and whispered: "Well, well, old man."
"Hey, Steve! - exclaimed Mike in astonishment. - What do you have?
- Compass that I inherited from my grandfather.
- Compass in the twenty-first century? You're kidding me! Give me a look.
Mike opened the box and saw a small compass, the arrows of which were dumbly dancing back and forth. The blue and red colors that once pointed to the north and the south were extremely faded and pointed to the opposite directions of the geographical meridian. He was horrified.
- Friend, you're definitely kidding! It's better to climb randomly than with this device.
- You know, - answered Steve, - once this compass saved my grandfather from the terrible death in the mountains when it seemed inevitable. He bought it on the flea market. It was already damaged but for some reason he was sure that this compass still would fulfill its mission. Now I'm distressed but holding it I feel that this is our only opportunity to get to the meteorological station.
Steve was speechless looking out the window.
- You're right, - Mike called out. – We have to do it with a help of compass or not.
- And when we return to the city, I will take it to the flea market, in order, perhaps for the last time, to give him the opportunity to help one more person.
The morning just knocked out the window, and the scientists were already sitting alert. Steve finally looked at the compass and whispered again: "Hey, old man, don`t give me up". They moved.
Two years have passed and one day one young lost in life guy decided to start travelling across the world. He had no idea about the direct route of his trip so as just to follow the road signs. The only thing he wanted to buy for this journey was a Polaroid that could fulfill his dream of making memories material. The boy quickly got into the flea market and suddenly confidently stepping towards Polaroid he stopped at a small counter. A small box with a golden chain immediately cached his attention. He gently opened it and saw the old broken compass the arrows of which danced back and forth, and the colors that meant the north and the south pointed to the opposite directions of the geographical meridian.
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