My last week’s experience well prepared me for this topic. In short, my bag was stolen.
It happened so quick that I spent the last few days pondering a question: How did it happen?
I spent my fall break in Luxembourg and Frankfurt. While traveling alone there, I never had any worries about personal safety. I have traveled alone to Yosemite and spent two nights near the top of the waterfall in winter and survived. I was alone in Amsterdam a few months ago, tripping and “tripping”. I have walked so many times from Brooklyn Bridge all the way to Washington Square Park 3 o’ clock in the morning. I mean, what could possibly happen to me?
The stay in both places was so amazing that at one night I was even dreaming if I could just live there forever. Now in retrospect, I think the good time I had there foreshadows my later mishap. As they say: “what goes up must come down”.
The morning that I left Frankfurt was rainy, but still it was pleasant. My friend drove me to the train station and we said goodbye to each other. I walked in and got on my train. The seat was unprecedentedly comfortable, and especially I went to bed pretty late the night before, I was ready for a long nap on the train. So I put on my headphone while charging it with my laptop and closed my eyes. I woke up a few times in between, mainly because there were people getting off the train and talking loudly. But with the beautiful music coming out of my headphone, what could be worse? I went on sleeping.
I did not recall how long was my nap, but I woke up and thought about reading on the train might be a good idea. I looked up to locate my bag… but there was nothing on it.
Oh man, what happened?
Did anyone take it by mistake?
I was pretty sure that I put it right above me.
I sat down, tried to remain calm and to think who could possibly take it. There was no way people would take it by mistake, since there was no one sitting in front of me, and my bag was right above me. It must be stolen. God. It was stolen.
I immediately went talk to the conductor, but there were no cameras on the train so they could not help me at all. I was not really worried or anything. I just sat down and think about what went wrong and what made me deserve this punishment: My camera was in it. It had all the memories of my trips from North America to China and then to Europe. Now they are gone. The book I bought from Shakespeare bookstore, The sickness unto death by Soren Kierkegaard, was also in it. I have not yet finished it. But now I wished whoever stole my bag would also get that sickness unto death. My passport too. It contained all the stamps as a reward for traveling around. Now I don’t have the visa page and possibly cannot travel to Iceland for the winter break. All the tickets I bought for museums, exhibitions, plays were also in it. I was going to collect them.
After I realized all the stuff I had in my bag, my mind went blank.
Maybe I did something bad to deserve this? I really don’t know.
- Luxembourg view from my hotel: Howard