I agree with all sides here. It was not robbery. I made the mistake, no one forced me to be absent minded that day.
But what galls me is that now I see the people who live in that building every day, I see their faces, they pass by me when I am walking by or visiting my GF, and SOMEONE in ONE of those apartments knows who has my money. THAT’s what galls me, that it happened in a familiar place where they know me.
And yet nobody spoke up or thought to return the entire wallet with the money to me. I mean, they know who I am, and they saw my ID cards in the wallet, yet they took it.
True, they FOUND the money. True, temptation is temptation. True, i made the mistake.
Had I lost it in a park, where I didn’t know who took it, tough luck, formosa. I can handle THAT! But to leave the wallet on a wall one meter from the main door to the apartment, and in the space of 30 minutes to come back and find the entire wallet MISSING and then come backl 30 minutes later to find the wallet somehow mysteriously reappeared, why, it galls me. It just does.
I haven’t slept well for two nights already. I keep going over and over, the faces of those people inside the building. They aren’t gangsters. They are college students and young workers. Damn!
But still, yes, it was NOt robbery. It was my own silly fault.
Today, I went back to the scene of the crime, placed my wallet on the wall again during lunch hour and watched the people come and go, to see who might look GUILTY. I sat there and read the paper. I call it FISHING for the guilty party. I will find them.
Of course, I might end up DEAD on this assignment. If one day, you see I have stopped posting here, you will know formosa has been offed. Dead as a doornail.
Is it worth it? No.
But I can’t help myself. I just want to know who did it. I am even thinking of making a poster in Chinese that reads: “Who ever took the money, please return it, no questions asked, you can keep half. Knock on Apartment XXX (my girlfriend’s place) and let me know.”
Formosa