- 10 Dec 2009 07:55
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Quatz’s thread on the environment and the future gave me the idea to just throw this out there.
In 1976 I did something that none of you (or I for that matter) will ever be able to do in the future. I got lost in the world. And therein lies the cautionary tale.
In Sep 1976 I found myself with 54 days on my hands and nothing to do. I also had a little nest egg. So I decided to get lost. Pocketing my US Passport and a couple of thousand dollars I headed for the Los Angeles International Airport. When I arrived I looked for a bargain. In those days they had last-minute fares. So when I saw a flight leaving in a couple of hours for Copenhagen I plunked down my money and bought a ticket. As there were no computers in those days my name appeared on my ticket and the manifest for the airplane. About 8 hours later I was in Copenhagen. Danish customs was hard. A guy glanced at my US passport, wrote nothing down and I was in.
A couple days in Copenhagen (enough) and I bought a rail pass. I used my real name but the pass was simply presented to the conductors who wrote nothing down. On the ferry over to Germany, no German customs and I was in. Several days in Germany; Munich, Rotenberg, Nuremberg and off to France. In France they looked at my passport and stamped it but did not record my entry. Then I was in Bordeaux chasing around to some wineries for a few more days and staying at a B & B. I don’t recall they ever asked my name. And so it went. I was seriously lost in the world.
Could anyone have found me? If anyone were looking it would have been a monumental effort. I suppose they could have tracked me as far as Denmark but from then on it would have taken Interpol and a ton of money to run me to ground. Why us this important. It speaks to privacy and my sense of independence and control over my own life.
Today this would be impossible. Before I could even buy the ticket I would have been checked against various lists. The Danish authorities would have been notified I was coming. My passport would have been checked electronically. My image would have been recorded dozens of times by the time I left the Airport in Denmark. Again with the rail pass and entry into the various countries. My time in London would have been photographed so much that you could make a movie from it. In some of the larger train stations and airports image recognition software would confirm that no one was looking for me.
And it is almost impossible to get lost these days without enormous effort usually requiring that one go to ground and not move much. And I think we are worse off for it. Every time I dial my cell phone someone knows were I am. The technology exists to find me through voice recognition software. Every post on pofo, every web site visited, every Google search creates a record virtually forever. Even my car passing through some areas leads to a photo of me and my license plate.
I think this is not good. I think it leaves us vulnerable. I am sad that most of you will never experience the utter freedom of being lost in the world. The joy of being someone else or at least the faceless person in the Munich Hauptbahnof; from nowhere and going nowhere special. Complete and utter freedom for a time. I’m tired of people following my movements cyber and corporeal. I want to escape being the guy from the something Times. I want to get lost again. Facelessness. Alone. Independent. Mysterous. Just for awhile. To visit the world as an observer. I want some American girl in Rome to remember me as Jim. And for all I know her name wasn’t really Cathy either.
In 1976 I did something that none of you (or I for that matter) will ever be able to do in the future. I got lost in the world. And therein lies the cautionary tale.
In Sep 1976 I found myself with 54 days on my hands and nothing to do. I also had a little nest egg. So I decided to get lost. Pocketing my US Passport and a couple of thousand dollars I headed for the Los Angeles International Airport. When I arrived I looked for a bargain. In those days they had last-minute fares. So when I saw a flight leaving in a couple of hours for Copenhagen I plunked down my money and bought a ticket. As there were no computers in those days my name appeared on my ticket and the manifest for the airplane. About 8 hours later I was in Copenhagen. Danish customs was hard. A guy glanced at my US passport, wrote nothing down and I was in.
A couple days in Copenhagen (enough) and I bought a rail pass. I used my real name but the pass was simply presented to the conductors who wrote nothing down. On the ferry over to Germany, no German customs and I was in. Several days in Germany; Munich, Rotenberg, Nuremberg and off to France. In France they looked at my passport and stamped it but did not record my entry. Then I was in Bordeaux chasing around to some wineries for a few more days and staying at a B & B. I don’t recall they ever asked my name. And so it went. I was seriously lost in the world.
Could anyone have found me? If anyone were looking it would have been a monumental effort. I suppose they could have tracked me as far as Denmark but from then on it would have taken Interpol and a ton of money to run me to ground. Why us this important. It speaks to privacy and my sense of independence and control over my own life.
Today this would be impossible. Before I could even buy the ticket I would have been checked against various lists. The Danish authorities would have been notified I was coming. My passport would have been checked electronically. My image would have been recorded dozens of times by the time I left the Airport in Denmark. Again with the rail pass and entry into the various countries. My time in London would have been photographed so much that you could make a movie from it. In some of the larger train stations and airports image recognition software would confirm that no one was looking for me.
And it is almost impossible to get lost these days without enormous effort usually requiring that one go to ground and not move much. And I think we are worse off for it. Every time I dial my cell phone someone knows were I am. The technology exists to find me through voice recognition software. Every post on pofo, every web site visited, every Google search creates a record virtually forever. Even my car passing through some areas leads to a photo of me and my license plate.
I think this is not good. I think it leaves us vulnerable. I am sad that most of you will never experience the utter freedom of being lost in the world. The joy of being someone else or at least the faceless person in the Munich Hauptbahnof; from nowhere and going nowhere special. Complete and utter freedom for a time. I’m tired of people following my movements cyber and corporeal. I want to escape being the guy from the something Times. I want to get lost again. Facelessness. Alone. Independent. Mysterous. Just for awhile. To visit the world as an observer. I want some American girl in Rome to remember me as Jim. And for all I know her name wasn’t really Cathy either.
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