The evening before I was booked to fly to Delhi for the first time, I gave a talk at a school in Oxfordshire. My passport was in my jacket pocket. At least it was when I hung up the jacket in the cloakroom, but when I took it down the pocket had been picked. Besides erasing several years of travel ephemera, my carelessness jeopardised the proposed trip. I wouldn't be allowed beyond Heathrow without a passport, nor could I get into India without a visa.
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