VA few days ago I had to report my hat missing, a great loss. I went to the press center and asked for a lost and found box. But it is not that simple. Don’t think that you can just look into this ominous box, point to something and say: That’s my hat! So I had to describe exactly what my cap looks like. “What color? What shape?” the employee asked me. “Dark red. Normal cap,” I said. She started laughing. “A lot of journalists lose their caps.” I wrote my cell phone number and description on a piece of paper, even where I had lost it: I think on the bus.
Directly in front of me, a colleague of a news agency had reported his cap missing. I was pretty sure that at some point I would get a call: your cap has turned up. Usually people carry things after me that I lose. A few years ago I lost a mobile phone in the forest.
A woman called our home and said she found my cell phone. She knew my grandfather from the gym and found the name Sippel in the cell phone’s phone book. I also once left an EC card in the train ticket machine, a woman contacted my bank; she then called me. Only a few weeks ago I lost my wallet, after a few meters I noticed it. A passer-by had long since handed it in to the police – call from the police.
So far my cell phone has been silent, so I wanted to help fate a little. I asked again about the cap and the box. An employee then called up an image of a black cap on his computer; in a transparent bag. “Unfortunately not mine,” I said. It’s the only hat they’ve found so far. The only! Even though so many journalists have lost their hats. But I do not give up. The call will definitely come.
