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The day Vitus Bering beat John Wayne
The hunt
The ecstasy of a consumer and the Eskimo Syndrome
The suitcase
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The suitcase

Most people consider it a mere container into which clothes and things are crushed, always at the last minute. With the same nonchalance with which one would discard a summer romance – with superficial and cynical absent-mindedness – we relegate it to the back of a dark closet once we get home, forgetting about it until our next departure.
We blame our suitcases for all the things we’ve forgotten and those we’ve over-packed, accusing them of being too big or too small. Those who always seek a scapegoat for their misfortunes judge it responsible for torn muscles, backaches, sprains and so on: “I was lifting the suitcase to put it… I was taking down the suitcase when…”.
But a suitcase is much more. It is the silent travel companion we spy emerging happily from the airport baggage belt. It is the companion that follows us to our hotel without complaining and from which everything we need magically materializes, like a rabbit from a conjuror’s hat. A suitcase is a discreet friend that makes no demands, one willing to hold even the most unlikely souvenirs that have enticed us. It merely groans its disapproval when we try to tuck that stuffed camel we thought was “so quaint” between our shirts and jackets.
I have an old suitcase I must leave behind, as she is getting on now. It is the first time, after many years, that we will be separated, and I am doing this with a heavy heart. She also sensed this parting when she saw me arrive with her two elegant, brand-new colleagues, still in their store wrapping. But she is a real lady and acted as such, never saying a word to me. I left them on their own and I don’t know what they said to each other but, fretful as she is, she probably gave them all sorts of advice. “Be careful not get lost. Stay close to him, and if it should happen that he’s tired from standing in a long queue at the check-in desk and sits down on you, don’t get angry. He will make it up to you with the utmost attention, covering you with decals from the places you’ll visit together, so you’ll always be easy to recognise and safe from any suspicious character who wants to walk off with you. If someone slams you about and one of your wheels gets hurt, he’ll have you treated by his trusty leather goods shops, sparing no expenses. We have been together for years and have visited countless places: this lovely colourful outfit I’m wearing is proof. We got along well and had fun, but now I’m tired. I see that the two of you look like fine suitcases. You’ll undoubtedly enjoy yourselves and will get along. I’ll be waiting for you, and you can tell me all about it when you get back”.
When I went down the next day to get them, the new arrivals didn’t look bewildered anymore.

Love your suitcase: it is not an object but an essential part of your trip. Choose it carefully. Don’t be enticed by careless or harried clerks. Check every single detail, be demanding and remember that classics are always in style and that technology has taken giant steps. Above all, beware of dazzling imitations.