“Sometimes things happen” – Yamini Kashimshetty
Well, today something did happen. I got ransacked. Pilfered. Robbed. And the worst part is that I know who did it but I can’t do anything about it.
I went to the beach in the morning before work. The same beach I’ve been going to for the past 2 months. The deserted beach on the side of the motu that has only one family living in its vicinity. I brought my discman along, as I often did before. So I listened to some music, read a bit, got really really hot and decided to take a swim. So I stuck my discman in my bag and put my bag in the hut on the beach. I went swimming right in front of the hut, and looked over at my bag every once in a while, but nobody was around so I wasn’t worried. I came back from swimming, reached inside my bag, and my discman was gone.
The weird thing is that the thief had carefully opened my bag, taken the discman out of its case, closed the bag, and then made off with my CD player and my Sennheiser earphones which were my graduation present from my parents.
I looked around and there was nobody in sight. I went towards the shack on the other side of the beach and there was a guy about 25 years old there. I think I was too much in disbelief to be mad. I should have probably screamed my head off and scared him into giving it back. I asked him if he’d seen my discman. “3 young kids took it. They ran off that way.” How convenient.
I told him my predicament, that he was the only person on the beach, and I’ve never seen any kids around here, and that I didn’t want to blame him without proof, but from what it looks like…
He was just working. 3 young kids. He was just working. I scanned the area, felt a couple of bags, there was nothing that resembled a discman. He could have hidden it anywhere. Now I start getting pissed, cuz not only does this little shit steal my discman, but then he has the nerve to stand there and lie to me about it, knowing very well that I can’t prove anything. We have a few more exchanges, I tell him that if he didn’t take it, then he wouldn’t mind if the police came and took a look around.
Then he started getting defensive, I gave it a bit more time, we argued some more… nothing. By then it was almost time for work, so I menaced him with the police one last time then headed back.
But it’s not only the fact that it’s good money gone down the drain. But also that for the next 4 months, I can’t listen to music. And that I’m in a feud with the family that practically lives on my beach. And that whenever I go back to that beach I won’t be able to enjoy myself cuz I’ll be constantly looking over my shoulder towards that shack on the side of the beach.
I went to the beach in the morning before work. The same beach I’ve been going to for the past 2 months. The deserted beach on the side of the motu that has only one family living in its vicinity. I brought my discman along, as I often did before. So I listened to some music, read a bit, got really really hot and decided to take a swim. So I stuck my discman in my bag and put my bag in the hut on the beach. I went swimming right in front of the hut, and looked over at my bag every once in a while, but nobody was around so I wasn’t worried. I came back from swimming, reached inside my bag, and my discman was gone.
The weird thing is that the thief had carefully opened my bag, taken the discman out of its case, closed the bag, and then made off with my CD player and my Sennheiser earphones which were my graduation present from my parents.
I looked around and there was nobody in sight. I went towards the shack on the other side of the beach and there was a guy about 25 years old there. I think I was too much in disbelief to be mad. I should have probably screamed my head off and scared him into giving it back. I asked him if he’d seen my discman. “3 young kids took it. They ran off that way.” How convenient.
I told him my predicament, that he was the only person on the beach, and I’ve never seen any kids around here, and that I didn’t want to blame him without proof, but from what it looks like…
He was just working. 3 young kids. He was just working. I scanned the area, felt a couple of bags, there was nothing that resembled a discman. He could have hidden it anywhere. Now I start getting pissed, cuz not only does this little shit steal my discman, but then he has the nerve to stand there and lie to me about it, knowing very well that I can’t prove anything. We have a few more exchanges, I tell him that if he didn’t take it, then he wouldn’t mind if the police came and took a look around.
Then he started getting defensive, I gave it a bit more time, we argued some more… nothing. By then it was almost time for work, so I menaced him with the police one last time then headed back.
But it’s not only the fact that it’s good money gone down the drain. But also that for the next 4 months, I can’t listen to music. And that I’m in a feud with the family that practically lives on my beach. And that whenever I go back to that beach I won’t be able to enjoy myself cuz I’ll be constantly looking over my shoulder towards that shack on the side of the beach.
posted by aLEX at 4:07 PM
1 Comments:
Nice blog, and a beautiful island.
That's awful that the guy was able to so easily lie about his crime, or if he was telling the truth, to have done nothing about it.
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