Enviat per: nizzamudin | 08/06/2011

Avís / Warning

8 de juny

Aquest migdia, en un dels 3 milions de minibusos que circulen per Sucre m’han robat. Però ha sigut un furt amb final feliç. El bus anava petat. A un tio li han “caigut” unes monedes i mentre les recollia anava cardant empentes. El seu “compinche” és el que ha aprofitat la confusió per obrir la motxilla. Lo de les monedes m’ha semblat extrany però no he sospitat. De cop els dos tios han baixat, i una senyora em diu: “señor, bájese del autobús”. Miro la motxilla i veig la butxaca del davant oberta. Miro ràpidament i veig que m’han birlat l’agenda on porto escrites les despeses diàries. Casualitat o no, no la porto MAI a la motxilla petita, i avui no sé per què l’havia agafat. Baixo i ja no he vist als dos tios. Però hi havia un altre tio prenent un suc de fruita en una paradeta que també anava al bus i li dic: has vist a dos tios baixar del bus? – Sí, han marxat corrent cap allà. -És que m’han robat una agenda negra on portava escrites unes notes. Llavors fica la mà a la seva motxilla i treu la meva agenda. És aquesta? -pregunta. Sí, i tant. L’han llençada quan han pirat corrents i l’he agafada de terra -em diu mentre me la dona. Uf! Evidentment no hagués sigut la fi del món, però està clar que a tot arreu hi ha lladres i fills de puta. Ha sigut un avís, i està bé que m’hagi passat. Anava un pèl massa confiat i no s’ha de baixar la guàrdia mai, encara que sigui una circumstància que et fa gastar energia; és una qüestió de supervivència. He de reactivar l’alerta, més val pecar de desconfiat. O sigui que……. al LLORU!

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June 8th

This afternoon, in one of the 3 million of minibuses that circulate in Sucre I got robbed. But it was a robbery with a happy ending. The bus was very crowded. Some coins have “fallen” from the pocket of a guy and while he was collecting them, he started to push. His “buddy” took advantage of the confusion to open my backpack. This thing about the coins seemed strange but I didn’t suspected. Suddenly two guys got off the bus, and a lady tells me: “Sir, get off the bus”. I look quickly my backpack and see the front pocket open. They took the agenda where I write the daily expenses. Coincidence or not, I do not EVER take it with my small backpack, and I don’t know why I took it today. I get off the bus but I haven’t seen those two guys. But there was another guy drinking a fruit juice in a stall that was also in the bus and I asked: “have you seen two guys getting off the bus?”. “Yes, they went running in that direction”. “They had stolen my small black agenda where I write some notes” -I say. Then he puts his hand inside his backpack and shows my agenda. “Is this one?” -he asks. YES! They threw it away when running and I took it from the ground -he says while he gives it to me. Whew! Obviously it wouldn’t had been the end of the world, but it is clear that everywhere there are thieves and bastards. It was a warning, and somehow it is good that happened. I was a bit too confident and one never has to let the guard down, though is a circumstance that makes you spend energy, it is a matter of survival. I have to reactivate the alert, it is better to be suspicious. So,….. to the PARROT!

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