While I was living in Paris and Eulalia in Germany, Eulalia used to come to the City of Lights quite often, so we could spend weekends together. One of the [first] weekends she visited me, we want and did a huge touristic (but romantic) weekend in la Tour Eiffel, le Bateau Mouche, a couple of modernist museums, the Louvre, le Quartier Latin… the works!
On Sunday night, Eulalia left for Germany again and I went back to school. The following day, at three in the afternoon, a room mate came to tell me that someone had broken into our house. Someone had broken through the back door (the garden), got into the house, search through each and every room (5 room mates) and finally left with nothing (apparently). Some of my negatives were scattered on the living room floor, but laptops, discmans, cash, debit anbd credit cards were still on the tables were they were left but their respective owners. What the heck was going on?
Looking at the negatives, I knew where the negatives came from, a plastic bag, from Fotoprix, in my room. So why somebody who steals nothing takes a plastic bag, and what’s more, why go through the process of emptying the bag of two slim envelopes containing negatives? Darn, my camera wasn’t there. The bag was there ans so was the flash, but the cheap as half broken Konica that I took from my father wasn’t there, and the film from that weekend all over Paris with Eulalia was inside.
F*@#CK! SH*#&T!
So, someone broke into our place because we saw/photographed something during that weekend, while Eulalia was there? I am still wondering if I am more sad because the camera was taken or because the film was taken. The film was a good one to hold onto, plus it had been a memorable weekend.
I did learn one leason, though. Empty your camera of film as soon as possible.
For Conspiracy Theorists: Who was in Paris that weekend that needed his pictures that badly?
To be continued…
