A Black Day
What should never happen to anybody, just happened to me today. While I was hovering between a state of being awake and being asleep on the train to the Netherlands, some guy took my camera backpack that was sitting in front of me on the other seat and jumped off the train right before it left again. Over € 2.000 of photographic material, a number of books, including an expensive academic one, my picture of me with the pope, but also my notebook from Italy which had some writings and drawings from my girl friend for me, as well as the journal she wrote for me in Europe… all gone.
I want to cry, and yet I can’t. I guess it still has to sink in…
I hope tomorrow my mom will tell me the insurance will pay me back a big chunk of those € 2.000. If not, then I just lost those 5 weeks I worked in the chocolate factory.
[EDIT] I found Sofia’s journal in my other backpack and my notebook from Italy is still in Belgium. **phew** :)
Tijl Kindt
I wish there was I could help you or confort you…
September 2nd, 2007 at 6:13
Dude! You poor thing. I take it you mean it was your camera as well? I hope the insurance comes through successfully (and ask: they might also give you funds for getting a reprint of the photo).
I sympathize…
September 3rd, 2007 at 0:59
Unfortunately it seems I was not insured, so I basically got robbed of €2.000. Pretty much all of my photographic equipment is gone. About the picture with the pope… the ironic thing is that the piece of paper that had the numbers of my pictures was in the bag too, so I don’t have a clue which pictures had me in them… Anyway, I’ll probably send an e-mail to the observatory this week to ask about it.
Cheers, Tijl
September 3rd, 2007 at 1:10
The Vatican City website has a search function for all the photos of people with the Pope; given the day you should be able to check their thumbnails and get those numbers.
Insurance is hell! Fortunately, it is digital so you still have all or most of the photos from the last little while…no issues with losing all the undeveloped film (as I have seen happen to unfortunate photographers…)
September 3rd, 2007 at 12:47
Tja, ik kan ‘t geloven dat je dit een “black day” noemt! Ik zet me oook op de stoep te “blèèten”! En wat denk je dan… waarom ben ik niet verzekerd tegen zoiets? Of… had ik nu mijn rijbewijs gehad, dan had ik de trein niet hoeven te nemen? Of… als… en had ik maar… allemaal magere troost! Was ik (papa) nu maar dokter of zoiets geweest… een paar operaties van een patiënt op een éénpersoonskamer (= supplementair ereloon!) en ‘t was zó weer geregeld! Maar ja, ‘k heb het verkeerde beroep… ‘k Hoop dat je een financieel haalbare oplossing vindt… Ik leef met je mee. Dikke knuffel (is ook magere troost, maar ja…)
September 7th, 2007 at 15:45