Nearly twenty years ago I worked in Amsterdam, Holland for a large pinball showroom.
An American kid in his twenties, I met a Dutch gal in Seattle and moved in with her back home.
A photo album of my restoration projects on some pins got me my dream job working on pinball machines , under the table..

A Farfalla machine arrived and I was amazed, got it fixed. Played it, was dazzled.
Then I accidentally killed it somehow, leaving it unprotected from a voltage spike.
I was heartbroken. But the boss, even more so...
I lost my job over it.

Until I get a Farfalla I am doomed to walk the Earth, like the Ancient Mariner..