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On thursday night we went to a traditonal Kyrgyz restaurant with really nice food, china meets russia kind.
When we left I forgot my photocamera on my chair. 1 hour later when I returned to look for it, it was gone. I guess someone needed it more then me.
I also remembered that once Elizabeth Wirsching, a friend of mine, told me, that when she was young traveling in Afghanistan she also lost her camera. And looking back it was the moment when she started her inner journey, and for this you dont need cameras.
So maybe I hope the same will happen to me, having lost the camera being the symbol to travel inside as well going to the fire in the mauntains.