For almost 2 years now she has helped me through difficulties and provided me joy.
Been in my back pocket, front pocket. Five times fallen into the ground. Travelled in Malaysian heights. Buried in sand at Bali surf-beaches. Calling from humidity of Borneo jungle. In snow cold arctic weather of north of Sweden. Sleeping alone at night in a small igloo out on the porch. Pull through bad weather and rains. Twittering in Cambodia, however very slowly, due to lack of fast speed mobile net. Finger-sketching round circles and solid colors and hearts. Playing car games. Helping tired parents out with movies for angry kids. Making kids happy playing musical instruments.
She has image-captured orangutang, my kids, a screen-capture, diving trip in Thailand, pizza in Italy, champagne in Spain, view from 40th floor in Kuala Lumpur, hiking in Sylarna Sweden, snowscootering, boat-trips, lobster fishing, friends, lots of friends sleeping the day after the party, sunrise, visual notes. Lots of work stuff – you get the point.
I have always been positive about her and wishing that this could be it, for the rest of my life. Thinking maybe – it´s possible. One mobile the rest of my life, like my leather man, a painting, Peli case or our best dinner set. Rest of my life.
One day I was going to take my kids out for a weekend trip with our boat, Tent, food, you name it was carried to the boat on the jetty, and my kids, girl 5yrs and boy 6yrs, walked in front of me towards the boat. Suddenly my daughter tripped and fell with her head right into the sea. I jumped to the place but couldn’t reach here, yes she was wearing lifejacket. So I jumped in the sea. My daughter was fine after changing to dry clothes.
But…, my iPhone was as wet as the rest of me.
Dripping and running wet phone… That was that, no more, gone. No spark, dead.
10 days later I took her out from the drawer and put her in the cradle. After a very long time she opened her eyes and took a screen-capture of her self, probably to see if all was ok, like how bad do I look this morning. And restarted again.
She is back! In the same shape as before, in fact, maybe a tiny bit cleaner.
My precious iPhone. Will you be with me until end of time? In some way she definitely will.
