The story took place in December 2007. My husband and I decided to go skiing to Austria for the New Year holidays. We paid for two weeks for two. I don’t remember how much it cost, but it’s not cheap, of course. The visas have already been received.
At the beginning of December, we had the opportunity to travel to London. At the time, I was working for a scientific organization that sent its employees overseas as an annual bonus. By agreement with my boss, I was able to take my husband with me.
In addition to me, two of my colleagues were driving with us. Travels to London at our office were regular, and we had a hotel where we stayed every year. It was a small hotel, the owner of which was our former compatriot of Armenian origin.
Upon arrival in Heathrow, we took a taxi and headed to the hotel. All our documents (passports with visas to Austria) and money (approximately 2 thousand. Pounds were in my bag.
When we approached the reception at our hotel, I found that my bags were not there!!!! to
When I remembered that when I was in a taxi, she was with me, it became obvious that I had forgotten her in the car. Don’t think I’m so confused. The bag was small and we had a lot of things.
I cannot describe my feelings. I stayed in London without papers. A week that was planned for rest and excursions would go on formalities for the possibility of returning home without passports. Secondly, our whole Austria was covered with a copper basin. Both the visa and the paid tour fly like a faner over Paris.
At that moment I saw nothing. But my friends said my husband scratched his teeth, but he was silent.
When I told the hotel owner about the situation, he told us not to worry that the taxi driver, as soon as he found my suitcase, would immediately bring it to the hotel. You know, none of us four believed it for a single minute.
What was our surprise when, 20-30 minutes later, a taxi arrived at the hotel, in which I left my bag, and a young guy taxi driver (Hindu by nationality) glad that he found its owners, handed it to me. He didn’t even want to take the hundred pounds my husband gave him. Naturally, we gave him them. And the owner of our hotel said it should be so!!! There could be no other option!!! to
I have never written such long stories. But to all my friends, at every opportunity, I tell this story. Let it become a story for the readers of the site!!! to