I bought the bycicle after signing my first rent contract. I was still at the hostel.
I parked the bycicle in front of the building yesterday night, like i always do. It’s not there anymore. It didn’t look new anymore, just why? And this street goes nowhere. Only neighbors walk here.
So sad. Maybe I should go to the police, which I think it will be useless. Or drive my scooter looking for my bycicle, check second-hand bycicle shops…
Adendum. The Police Station
So, after the surprise and the coffee I decide to go to the police station and tell them what happened. First a male police offers talks to me and ask my some basic questions and for the ARC. Let’s me wait for a moment at the let’s call it lobby. A minute later a police woman, very young maybe we can say police girl?, comes to the entrance and ask me the same questions, my address, when did I see the bike for the last time, when did I notice the bike wasn’t there… Then a moment later, she ask me to just go to my place and have a look. She drives the car to my home, ask me the same questions again. Then she looks for survillance cameras. There is one at the end of the street but she tells me it probably doesn’t work. I say to her there are some private cameras in the other direction. She walks and checks those. Asks the neighbour to check the footage. I wait outside for a while. I think I hear her say she will come later.
We go back to the police station, and they call a guy who speaks English to come to the station and help write the report. I already told her everthing in Chinese, we are talking in Chinese the whole time. Anyway they want extra help.
While we are waiting they suggest I may have been drunk and don’t remember where I parked my bicycle, she says I better buy another one today because it’s unlikely they will find it, recommends me to keep it in a safe place not outside.
Finally the police officer with English capabilities arrives, asks me again the same questions, they write the report. They tell me they will look around, some people just take other’s people bikes for a ride, they say; and they will check the footage of the cameras close to my apartment.
That’s it. I wanted to ask the female officer her cellphone number. But seemed inappropiate and I am too fat and too poor anyways. All this took about two hours, I would say. 10 to 12.
Update: I walk in front of the supermarket and see my bike there. Locked, but I can open the lock without the key. It’s in the middle of the sidewalk. I am happy and surprised. I ask the worker inside if she has seen who put the bike there. She has no idea. I take the bike home, of course, and called the female police officer to inform her that I found my bike. She is very happy and tells me so several times, recommends me again to buy a new lock and better put the bike inside during the night.
I am worry if I may have Alzheimer’s, so after school I ask my kid if yesterday night I went out after arriving from work. No, I didn’t, he says. And also he says he has seen the bike this morning.
Anyway. Happy to have found the bike. I will lose weight and think for a reason to call the officer again.
