We were at the university today; the girlfriend to show her ability to learn ancient Greek history by heart, me to work a bit on the laptop while enjoying some late afternoon sun. But when the girlfriend had left for the exam I suddenly realised the hand that had been holding the laptop-case all day was empty. [Include some swear words here that would put me higher up in the Google ranks.] I hurried back to the place where I remebered to have had it fifteen minutes before. It still was lying there, visible for hundreds of students passing by, but apparently untouched. I love Greece. In the Netherlands, until three years ago the thing would have found a new happy owner within a minute; these days the whole area would have been evacuated and the bag exploded by the police’s special forces. In England they would have blown me up too, probably.