Saturday, October 15, 2011

a letter to a thief

Dear Thief,

I don't care that you stole my blackberry.  I don't mind that you are now in possession of my best friend's blackberry.  Enjoy those cameras, too.  And the extra battery--just in case our cameras ran out of juice.  I hope you bought yourself something nice with that 45 euros.  I hope it was worth it for you.

What I do the fact that you stole our memories.  You're lucky we frequently upload pictures just in case assholes like you (excuse my language) steal from our purses like the sneaky pickpocket you are.  But still.  We had pictures on those cameras.  We had conversations with our loved ones on those phones.    And you took away the ease of speaking with our family and friends anywhere in Milan--not just on our computers--for the next two and a half months.  And not to mention, you took away the memories we will have in that time, as well.  It's hard to remember people and places years later when you don't have a camera to capture them with.

Not so sincerely,
Your latest conquest


kelcy ☼ said...

this is so sad.

e.r.a. said...

I hate that. I had a camera stolen after I went to Carnivale in Venice. Hundreds of pictures- gone. I cried. Actually, I'm still crying. So sorry that happened to you.