2004 / january / 15
What was stolen
My wallet got nicked on the train today. First, let me reserve one paragraph for the bastard who did this.
... #$@! ...
So that's taken care of then. Bloody hell.
Time.
More than anything it was time that was stolen from me.
I spent over two hours getting my cards blocked, registering the
theft at the Railway Police-station because my drivers' license
was in it as well. And I will be spending a long time tomorrow
at the Dienst Burgerzaken for a new one. Bother.
And Money.
I don't think that son of a bitch was very happy counting the
pennies, there was a grand total of
39 eurocents in my wallet. Hah.
But the new debit card will probably arrive in four working
days. That's a week from now.
The creditcard will take even longer, I hardly use that one
anyway (they've never taken off here). So all that money in the
bank, but how to get to it? I'll have to borrow some here, some
there, and pay it back when I can. More bother.
The feeling violated.
There wasn't much personal stuff lost,
certainly niothing unique. But sod it, someone's picked my bloody
pocket. In a very quiet train, I'm still amazed at how it was done.
I'm streetwise enough, I've never been pickpocketed. I've had
bikes stolen, five times, four times in Amsterdam so they don't
really count. And the only car i've ever owned was crashed by
joyriders after two months, but hey, I somehow wasn't meant to
have it. So this feels like the first time that I've been hit.
Damn. I thought that somehow, I wouldn't be.
I've locked my door very thorougly tonight.
