Even after more than 7 years in China, I still new adventures. Latest of: my scooter, my scooter so dear dream was stolen from me! Theft that is not without consequence: I take this opportunity to go complain to the first time in a police station.
It happened on the night of Thursday to Friday.
Thursday night, I park my scooter down my building as usual. I block the handlebar and covers the vespa its protective cover black, but for once, I omit the large padlock. With the recent moisture, rust and it no longer works. These days, I still enroulais around the front wheel just to make illusion until my seller gets the room to fix it. But tonight, probably by laziness, I do not do anything. After all, this is my home where I put it for almost 1 year. I should have remembered that it was here that he had been stabbed in the head …
Farewell my scooter
Friday morning, all enlivened by the sun beaming hot, I go out with a bang (in a rush to change!) To ride my horse proud … yes but here I flabbergasted: point steed at the usual place. In a few seconds I realized the horror penetrates me, it happened, my scooter was stolen!
I do a little tour of my home to check, just in case, gentle dreamer that I am, it would not have just been moved by any team move. But it has to do: he has disappeared, evaporated in the streets of Shanghai: S