|Hong Kong 1987|
The third time was a Walkman stolen out of our room at 3 am in Dali, China. A guy reached through the window from the balcony, grabbed the old Walkman and ran off with hubby in hot pursuit. He reported it to the hotel and by noon the next day the police escorted him to a house, told him to look through the window, and lo and behold there was the robber listening to the Walkman. Crazy.
Next, we had a bunch of CDs stolen from our car in Tumbler Ridge. Part of a rash of vehicle break-ins. My brother thought he knew the culprit and went to scare him into returning them. Nothing doing.
The next was another wallet grab at the Guinness Factory in Dublin, Ireland's #1 Tourist Attraction. My husband knew the thing was gone within 30 seconds, went back to the counter, got told it was probably nabbed by the person behind him in line. No attempt to watch the CC TV tape or do anything. They basically shrugged it off like it happened every day. Maybe it did. Maybe by one of their employees right there at the counter- they were that nonchalant.Maybe our Irish doctor is right when he says "the Irish are all t'ieves."
|The returned camera in its evidence bag.|
Now what is the lesson in all this? Apart from the fact that I may be a bit careless with my stuff? Hmmm. I've had items stolen on three continents, in democracies and non-democratic states. And where did I get the stolen items back? CHINA and CUBA.
When the people were looting Baghdad, Donald Rumsfeld said, "...free people are free to make mistakes and commit crimes and do bad things." And from my experience, free to get away with it too. I'm no hard-ass law and order person, but you know what? I like getting my stuff back.