In the last eight days I have witnessed a robbery, which perhaps remains theft, because in the wallet of the man who was robbed there was apparently little money and many cards. I’ve had to buy a new bike: my old one lasted me less than ten minutes on the pole where I tied it on Monday morning. A colleague has been discharged (the typical bag grab has left her like a Christ: three stitches on her eyebrow, the knee swollen like a ball and the trochanter destroyed: she will spend at least two months with her arm in a sling). And I have also learned of the favorable sentence to Cifuentes for his evasion in Eroski: he has had to wait five years, but in exchange for the low cost creams that he could not take home, he is going to pocket more than thirty thousand euros.
The auction (for now, let’s see what happens this weekend) came at dawn on Thursday with a good robbery. Almost white glove. Dreamlove, the erotic toy distributor, was robbed by three hooded men who only took seven vibrators, but valued at 80,000 euros! Those responsible for this great Sevillian center of pleasure say that it is because they are lined with good gold, 24 carats, and they recognize that they are difficult to sell but easily identifiable products, which gives them wings to think that the toy will appear sooner or later. … and if not, that’s what insurers are for, right?
More worrisome than the fate of the gold dildos or the loot from Cifuentes is how each of us must face such sadly daily assaults. So they don’t come into your house? In the Barcelona neighborhood of Gràcia there are frequent signs of the type “Warning thieves, we have clichados for you”. In other neighbourhoods, urbanizations and porter and neighboring towns are organized in rounds…
So you don’t get hurt in a jerk? Let go of the bag? Better keep it even if they break your face? Even if your legs break? Even if they kill you? It’s better not to take it… Another colleague who also knows what it’s like to be dragged along the ground to leave you without your belongings tells me that the solution is pockets. And that in the supermarket they sell zippered panties that fit cards, cards and even keys. The phone? Hidden in the neckline.
