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Losing my camera
Darn! I should have taken out my camera, I muttered to myself after I had checked in my suitcase.
Oh well! It's only a camera.
It's the latest digital camera from Sony - all £374 - purchased on my credit card last July. I had regret buying it after discovering e-bay and other online second-hand marketplaces. I also regretted buying such a high-spec machine. I could easily have found a good camera for £100.
So I lived with the regret of buying something too expensive and under-utilising it.
I make a point of never checking in my camera after my auto-focus camera broke. My mother re-enforced this rule, and I, in turn, re-enforced it on others.
But I had too much on my mind on the 12th of February. I took out my wallet, passport, mobile phone, and change purse from the pocket of my small suitcase which I put inside a large empty suitcase. I took off my blue coat and put it inside the large suitcase. I didn't grab my camera. I don't know why I didn't. I only remembered it after the suitcase was checked in.
When I arrived in London, I didn't think of checking my suitcase to make sure the camera was there. In fact, I didn't even think of my digital camera until the next day. And when I couldn't find it, I just shrugged my shoulders. I must have not packed it.
When I returned to Holland, I couldn't find the camera anywhere. So I said to myself, I probably didn't check hard enough in London. How hard is it to check an empty suitcase?
I didn't have travel insurance. The airlines didn't accept liability for valuables placed in checked baggage. I had opted out of personal possessions coverage in my home insurance.
My digital camera disappeared on its way into the airplane. I'm pretty sure of that.
Never put valuables in checked luggage.
Better, don't buy a new digital camera.
Even better, don't buy to own something you will regret losing.
It's just a camera. Yet, I feel enslaved by my attachment to it. For £374 I could have bought a return ticket to somewhere exotic. Instead, I spent days brooding over what could have and should have been.
19 February 2004 Thursday
Losing my wallet
The lost glove