My iPod is my life, YES, you read that correctly, I do not own an iPhone, I own an iPod touch 5th generation, which is an extension of my brain, as if it were a mini hard drive that holds part of me, of who I am, and who I wish to become.
It is a humble machine indeed, but I hold it dear to my heart.
And saying this, you can imagine the terror I felt when I arrive home after my whereabouts in Tokyo, and I didn’t find it. Then trying to calm myself down, I did what any star wars fan would do, I focused on feeling “the force” of my iPod.
“I feel it here” I kept saying over and over again, but the force helped very little that evening. And, I had to admit that I had lost it, and perhaps, forever.
I couldn’t go back to central Tokyo the very same day because all the offices were closed already. Oh, sorrow..!!!!!!! Then, I started tracing back my steps in my mind, and the very last place, where I, actually, held my iPod was the tax office, a jungle of documents and staplers, where thousands of people were “wildly” doing their taxes because it was the tax season. And taxes are a serious matter in this country!! So, in the middle of the tax season, at least, two thousand people might have passed through the same office as I did on that day. I couldn’t sleep that night, I kept thinking, what if one of those souls took my beloved iPod taking my ideas with them? Even worse, what if my beloved ideas are gone? Because I had never backed it up in the icloud, either. I know, I know….bad, bad, Apple user.
Having all those dark thoughts, despair and guilt crawled up on me like a black shadow all night. So, when I arrive at the tax office the next day, the little light of hope I had was rewarded when the lost and found staff gave me back my old but precious iPod. That was a very hard lesson to learn, but I did learn it. I now know that in Japan there is always a caritative soul willing to help others. And you guess it, I am now an eager iCloud user. One’s gotta learn from its mistakes 😉