...when this faces you..
Sadly, I could not repair this machine, and it has gone to that great scrapyard in the sky (or, by the back door).
Be a little bit wary when faced with this sort of mess - you just know there will be a razor-blade (almost always rusty), lots of elderly pins, and (definitely in this one) about 100 needle-ends. This poor old lady (a Frister and Rossmann 35, by the way) had a broken race cushion spring which I could neither remove nor match, and she sounded like someone hitting a gas bottle with a biggish hammer..
There is a point where I will spend far more time on a machine that it deserves, if I think it will be continuing useful.. This wasn't it.. RIP...