I'm still pissed about it, I miss it more then I could imagine... I got my iPOD stolen. The story goes, I crammed onto that lorry at about 5:45 I guess, maybe just after 6, and I was sitting down with Tanzanians all over me the whole ride. Having been up since 4:30am my natural inclination was to try and get some sleep. This was the tragic downfall. Though I didn't get any sleep, in the midst of the chaos someone managed unbuckle my jacket pocket and take my beloved iPOD- a gift from my Dad. Some questions arose after this occurred. What would a Tanzanian think this device was, and why would he/she take a device that one did not know how to operate? What will the said Tanzanian use the iPOD for? Why couldn't I have caught the thief and started an even bigger chaos on that truck? Forever a mistory I guess... You live and you learn... things happen for a reason... blah blah blah. I'm pissed.
posted by Tanzaman at 5:22 AM
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Did you notice it missing before exiting this confined space, because if so, of course you should have stood up, and in your best swahili, or whatever they speak there, demanded the devise be returned because its your heart pacemaker, and within 30 minutes without it, you'd drop dead. It might find its way back to you...post a sign asking for it..
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