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Twenty minutes before boarding our flight to Rome — a trip we spent two years planning — I reached into my carry-on at Gate B14 and felt nothing. My passport, credit cards, and €400 in cash were gone.
Airport seats, hotel drawers, and taxis are where ordinary key-fob trackers fail — they're simply too bulky for wallets. That day I recovered my passport by pure luck, but I resolved never to rely on luck again. That's when I found Ondrela.
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