I’m no longer a number. Well, no longer a phone number that is. I’ll be still a VAT-number, social security number, passport number and all the other numbers governments and companies make out of us. But, no longer a phone number. I just ended my phone subscription and I’m not planning to get a new one for a while.
I have had my phone number 06-20420395 for over 14 years. I still know the day I got it. It was the year 2000 and I just came back from Australia, where I worked and traveled for a full year. I crashed at my sisters place, having no house and no money. But I was full of ideas and great plans. I wanted to start working as a freelance journalist. I actually just did that when I was travelling in Australia and now I wanted to make my life out of it. Doing more travelling, more writing. I had an easy start. Brabants Dagblad wanted me to come back and work for them. I left a good job with them to travel through Australia and now they wanted me back. I figured I could combine working there nicely with freelancing for other magazines and companies as well.
To get started, I needed a phone. Believe me or not, but I’m that old that having a mobile phone wasn’t that common yet. So I went to the shopping center in Hellevoetsluit and bought me a nice, tiny Siemens mobile phone. Still one with an antenna on top of it and chose a number I could remember easily: 06-20420395. Ever since it has been the phone number of my journalistic company, the phone number of my massage practice, the phone number of my yoga school and the number I used privately. But in a few days, it will be someone else’s number and I will continue living without a phone. It will be a bit of a challenge, because with a lot of websites, companies etc. you need to fill in a phone number. Not filling one in, is no option. But will see. For know I like the thought of having no more what’s app, sms and calls. More silence….