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In this International Olympic mayhem, it seems that the whereabouts of two items are of grave importance. One: accreditation – it is my ticket to life essentially. I did have one brief mishap one night when one of our drivers went home with this item in his car, unbeknownst to me, and to him for that matter. I talked my way into my media village dorm for the night and retrieved the accreditation the following morning. There was a slight panic and I was essentially stranded until I had this item back in my hot little hands again. (My room keys, wallet, Italy cell, computer were also in this car – I got through it and all is well). But without this accreditation, you are nothing, can do nothing, can go nowhere, you have no soul… The other item of somewhat importance is, of course, the passport. Eh-hem. This item, I have just discovered, holds far less significance in these parts in these times, and is not as big of a concern. To rectify the loss, no panic. Ah yes, I have “misplaced” my passport…. no, mum, not out late-night, but running around town, in and out of cars, hotels, venues, it could happen to anyone. I have contacted the Milano Consolati Canadesi, and I will have a new passport in a matter of days. I do, however, have to make my way to the stazione polizia and file a report. Lose the accred: life over. Misplace my actual ticket back to my homeland, facile, or as the Italians say, “no strees”!