My grandfather on fathers side was truly a strange man. He was always searching for perfection. Just like people over the ages his search had led him all over the world, and he used several methods to determine what would be perfect.
Just before he died in december, in a rage of anger, he burned all his research in his backyard and exclaimed that he had gotten nowhere!
After he had died, I received an otherwise empty little wooden box as my inheritance. In this box there was nothing but a scroll and a watch. The notary told me that my grandfather was sure that I could decipher the riddle and find the source of perfection. He also let me know to start with the box.
Below is what I received. Can you make sense of it?
