Dear reader, as you have probably noticed I have the whole collection of photos of my beloved Teddy Bear around the world. He was originally Canadian and was given to me as a gift many years ago, when he lived on my bookshelf. When I was packing my suitcase to start work on a cruise ships, somehow he ended up packed in and was travelling the world with me for 15 years - taking photos of him everywhere I went gave me biggest kick and I also noticed that I was not the only one - there were quite a few international nomads like me, taking pictures of their pet toys.
For many years he was my most precious and beloved material possession and it broke my heart when my backpack was stolen on a train upon the very day I arrived in Amsterdam - I was visiting lost & found office many times but it never surfaced and the worst of all is that its contents meant absolutely nothing to a stranger - my diary with its postcards from various countries and my Teddy Bear were of absolutely no use to someone else who probably threw it away. It was so traumatising that for the longest time I declined to start a new diary and did not care for anything material anymore.
What is the use to get attached to things when everything is perishable? Still, it bugged me and I missed my Teddy Bear dearly until one day I simply contacted the Canadian firm that sells them and eventually they got back to me, they did not have exactly the one like my previous original Teddy but two Bears with the right colour and shape - this arrived at my door in the middle of Covid pandemic as a gift from Canada and I kept them both carefully in my home, for fear of losing them. Yesterday was such a beautiful, glorious sunny day that finally for the very first time I took smaller of them for a walk to "see the world". I might have him for outside and his brother as a safe bet in the house.
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