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it's close to midnight as we step off the plane in madrid, after three connections - nyc, paris, zurich - by the end, we're exhausted. stopping at the closest local cafe for some food. after placing the order, i leave to use the restroom, leaving my digital camera with them on the table. when i get back, it's gone. a surge of emotions - initial shock, then frustration, and ultimately panic sets in. time is ticking. can we still recover it? we find our way to madrid's central police station and file a claim - to no avail - the culprit is long gone. we can't get into the hotel, with nowhere to go, my insomnia kicks in - so i wander the streets - capturing the silence of the night - before setting off for malaga the next morning

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