The first time I walked in Toronto, My Canadian family advised me not to wear anything valuable. Back then I still had a camera, that hung around my neck, I was clutching my bag so tightly, as if my life was in it.

Today parts of our lives are contained in a small square thing. While some people constantly have their cell phones in their hand, Many people have it hanging around their neck and others have it buried in their pockets. Mine was in my bag when I was robbed on the bus to San Pietro.

Yes, I was robbed with a scuffle, steadfast defense – I jumped on the person's heels – and pushing and no, I wasn't hurt, there was no weapon or other further dramatic events. It became me “just” my cell phone was snatched away and yet this feeling of being robbed is intense and extremely unpleasant. It doesn't just affect the physical device, which represents a monetary value, but also the time, which I was robbed of, that I wanted to spend in a city, which I love very much. Time for beautiful memories and time for myself.

I became in a way my thoughts, Memories and parts of my life robbed. There are photos on my phone, Memos and ideas, that are important to me, and I'm not talking about sensitive bank data yet, ID cards and passwords. I deleted them relatively quickly, can be changed and blocked, but the constant repetition of the incident is like a recurring experience. In the first few days I was on every bus, no matter if I was inside, or looked in from the outside, looking for the man's face.

Over the next few days I very consciously tried the city, which I already have more than 12 Have traveled once, to enjoy. The employees at Hotel CitizenM were great support and took their time every day, to chat with me. A Queen Unseen exhibition, Pasta, I didn't miss out on an aperitif at my bakery on Campo and Trastevere at night.

And next time I'll probably stick to my cell phone instead, than my wallet, so priorities change.