Sam's Suitcase's Holy Land Tour

So, as I probably mentioned at some point, I lost my suitcase in Israel the first time I went there. (December 2007).


And to this day, a full year later, I find myself wondering during quiet moments, "Where the hell IS my suitcase?" This really does interest me. Was it blown up almost immediately? Was it placed on a different tour bus and then discovered and THEN blown up? Is it in some storage room somewhere in Israel?

Is my suitcase somehow still touring the country, carrying on my work?

This is what occupies the empty space in my brain when I'm alone in my room, or at a movie, or in class. I get bored and I start imagining possible things that happened to my suitcase.

When I return to Israel, I intend to make finding out my suitcase's fate my mission. I mean, apart from the fact that I had a few sweaters in there that I really liked that I'd like to get back, my main interest here is just curiosity-driven.