The cartridge was broken. So I bought a little bit more expensive one. But when the second one exhausted in the same way, I decided to send it for repair. That was, however, a dangerous decision for which I paid dearly. After having paid more than for a new cartridge, I could finally mount it on my headshell again. Nevertheless, the tragedy was far from over. I simply couldn't be satisfied with the sound it made. It was clearly a new, but a bizarre sound which made me feel more uncomfortable day after day. The more my dissatisfaction grew, the greater became my desire to open up the cartridge and look inside.