Monday, September 11, 2006

It's gone

I tested the limits of Syrian hospitality and goodwill, which is usually in abundance, the other night, when I left my digital camera at a restaurant. I departed somewhat hastily, having contracted the Syrian version of Montezuma’s revenge, -- Saladin's revenge?-- was it the Kabab Halabi (but they were so good!) or the hommous Beiruti or the matabbal or the fattoush? It wasn’t until the next morning that I realized my mistake. I rushed to the restaurant, a 20 minute walk from my house, and no trace of my camera. Come back at five, they told me, when the night shift opens the office. I returned at five. Still no camera. Please leave your number, sir, and we will call you if you we find your camera.

At one o’clock this morning, my telephone ring jolted me awake.

Hello, Mr. Bob. This is Ahmed from Restaurant Leila’s. We have found a camera.

Is it in a black case?

Yes.

I’ll be right there.

It wasn’t my camera. Abu Mousa says, “brooh.” It’s gone.

Fortunately, a colleage is arriving from the States on Friday. He'll bring me a new camera.

2 Comments:

Blogger Shriz-noat said...

Too bad. I would have liked to seen photos of the Kabab Halabi. I've adopted the same philosophy for cameras as I have for watches and sunglasses. Assume they are eventually going to get lost or broken, so don't buy anything more than the minimum to serve your needs.

11:06 AM  
Blogger Teddy G said...

I think the guy who has your camera is the same one who snatched my IPod from a rental car last weekend in Columbus, Ohio. Hang in there, bud.

1:25 PM  

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