ok guys... i normally do not write a lot in my journal... however... there's a short story i have to tell you...

i was in Europe, traveling around and shooting pictures... i traveled from Germany to Holland and there to Spain for three weeks to capture European life... and by the way learned a LOT...

at the last days of my journey i was in my final stop... barcelona... the city of Gaudi... found myself a fine hostel... new friends.. and everything was going fine... i rented a bike... wandered in the streets... lots but lots of tourists were on my way but hey... who cares right? i was in barcelona...

so i decided to take the road to the beach... oh man! lovely weather... all relaxed people... having fun... i had to drink a beer and write my journal.. i was alone but felt like one with the world...

so it was perfect for the time being... than a guy touched my shoulder from my back.. he was asking for a direction to go somewhere... and i told him i was also a tourist. then he left...

then i turned back... and my lovely camera that i had worked for a year to buy was gone...

i was shocked with the panic... i gave my bag, which by the way has lenses, my passport and money in it) to a tourist guy and started to run after the bicycled Spanish thief...

for ten minutes i ran... but then had a paranoia of losing my bag as well and stop... return back... way back to my country with 250 photographs, a D700 and my lovely fisheye lens lost...

the police of barcelona said that they could not help if the guy was not a moroccan or some kind of a foreigner.. which he was definitely not! he was so very spanish...

and he had stolen my EYES... he had stolen the life I built for myself... and he had stolen my beloved Spain from me...

that hijo de puta stole it all...

why?