after having icecream with amanda at toscaninis and have heard some poems of e e cummings from her calm and fairy voice i came back to the poll where i locked my bike. surprisingly, i found that i couldnt introduced the key in the whole of the super secure kryptonite U lock. somehow, the system was broken and the key did not entered the slot. i gave up trying to force the key into the lock, and went to the bbq party that was going on at pine street 51. i met mike and the ferri family there, had some food and drinks, but could stop thinking about the stupid condition of my bike. in the middle of a conversation i mentioned the problem i was having with the lock and damita and mike wanted to check it out. we walk to the site where the bike was locked, in main street, and tried again without any luck. no luck with the lock. even worst, the key seemed to be broken after we tried to force it. damita asked me if i had a bic pen. i said no. mike didnt have it either. she said she had heard that it was possible to unlock this kind of krytonite locks with that pen. we gave up and came back to pine street. but damita insisted we should try with the bic pens and she said she had plenty of them in his place. i walked with here to her apartment and while she looked for the bic pens, she told me to check the internet for information about the bic pen hack. i googled for it and there where around 2690 results for the topic. a couple of videos as well. she said i should chec the videos so i went to youtube and we watched them. in fact they shoed how easy it was to open the kryptonite locks with the back side of a bic pen. it was a matter of removing the top of the pen and then instert the cilindrical tube in the lock slot, wiggle a litle, and turned around. i was so happy to see those videos and it seemed quite a salvation for such an unusual situation. we were about to leave dameeta’s place and rain was starting to pour. she found and umbrella and we went out and started to walk to main street. mike joined us. rain was light but constant. dameeta opened her umbrella and the three of us protected from the rain a little bit. the true is that we were getting wet, but we continued, walking very close to each other. we arrived to the poll where the bike was locked and started to do the operation. i took the bic pen and inserted into the lock, tried different twists, wiggled it, and continued wiggled it. the lock didnt open. mike tried to turn it as well. no luck. the u-lock continued locked. no luck, it was locked, and the raining was getting heavier. it was like hard lovizna, even pleasant. our clothes got wet. we finally gave up and returned to the party. the bic pen trick was useless, it didnt work. that night, after coming back home, i couldnt stop thinking about such a weird situation. i thought maybe it was a poetic sign as the ones from proust’s “reserche…”, a sign of my relation with amanda. i also thought about the danger that the bike was about to experiment that night. maybe some burglars would go to the pole and still it. i even dreamed of it. i dreamed i came back next morning and unlocked the lock using the bic pen. however, next morning when i tried again, it didnt work. i called my friend luis and he said i should just cut it with a hand saw or segueta. i bought one. we met in the plough and stars for brunch and we talked about how to do it. i was worry about the people reaction to two guys cutting a lock in the middle of main street. what could we do? i talked to one police officer in my way to the plough and he said he couldnt help me unlocked because i had not any proof that the bike was mine. the bike was a present of my friend kyle who is now in linz, i said. but the policeman said without the paper proof he could not help me. while eating the brunch, another friend of mine called me, mike from pine street. he said he will help us and stopped by the restaurant wearing a suit and a tie. he was coming from the celebration of dante’s first comunion, the youngest person from the adams’ family house. we wait until mike ate a cuban sandwish and then we head off to main street, handsaw in hand and ready to cut that lock. it was very sunny and a lot of people was in the street. there was a celebration of budha and tibet in the square near to mass.ave and main street. i was the first one who started to saw but the lock was too hard and resistant. luis tried as well without any luck. actually, the saw started to loose its cutting edge. some construction workers where doing their duties in a building near by. very strange. a sunny sunday morning and these guys working hard, making noises with hammers and tools. mike said we should ask them if they have an electric saw. he added, we should exchange this handsaw for their favor of cutting this lock. the handsaw costed me 10 bucks. it was worthy to make such exchange. i really needed the bike. i needed to ride to davis square that afternoon to work in the octopulpos project. mike, with his nice suit went took the handsaw and walked to the building where the construction workers were. he talked for 5 minutes, and after that, one of the workers came with a long electric extension. it was very fast, ieven helped him to extend the cable. then, the construction worked came with the electric saw. plugged it. and told me to hold the lock. i hold the lock with my two hands and the machine started to spin. then it started to cut and as it cut, sparks jumped into my arms. very small stars of fire from the friction of the lock and the saw. it took like 1 minute to cut the lock and my bike was free. it felt so good to have it unlocked. i was happy. freedom is good for us.