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mountains, there was a tower with an ancient clock that had marked the passage of time for more than three centuries. No one knew who had built it, but everyone knew the man who took care of it: Don Elías, the caretaker of the clock.
Every morning, before dawn, Elías climbed the seventy-two steps that led to the top of the tower. There, among gears covered in dust and the echo of wind, he checked the mechanisms, greased the shafts, and cleaned the glass spheres. It was a lonely task, but he carried it out with infinite patience. He said that keeping the clock running was keeping the soul of the people alive.
As the years passed, people began to forget the importance of that watch. The new generations had phones, digital watches, screens that accurately marked each second. No one was looking towards the tower anymore. Some even thought that the old watch should be replaced. But Elías was still there, punctual as always, climbing the stairs.
