the burglary story

Someo­ne bro­ke into my car last night and sto­le the Blau­punkt Kiel CD30 cd-play­er-radio. Someo­ne who appar­ent­ly deser­ves to meet the stubborn bru­ta­li­ty of sol­di­ers in various parts of the world lis­ten to 2 weeks of boring par­lia­men­ta­ry spee­ches to expe­ri­ence the real mea­ning of pain. Or as Wal­ter of Big Lebow­ski would put it: this is what hap­pens when you **** a stran­ger in the ***. Anger.…aaaarrgghhh!

Well, what you get is per­fect blog con­tent. After all, the­re’s not­hing much I can do right now.


The iro­ny:

  • I had bought this cd play­er in 2001 — cur­rent street value for this aged, some­ti­mes-not-so-well-working play­er should be some­thing around EUR 15,-. A new, very basic cd play­er sells for about EUR 49,- in Ger­ma­ny. Hmmm…
  • He (the thief) only sto­le the radio with the detach­a­ble front cover (which I had btw hid­den under the pas­sen­gers seat in an extra box). He also for­got to ste­al the cool extra of this radio — an auxil­la­ry audio cable which hel­ps to con­nect exter­nal devices (cd, mp3, etc play­ers) to the play­er. This did­n’t stop him from sear­ching throughout the car for anything else of value. Other elec­tro­nic devices, such as a por­ta­ble hands-free spea­ker and a car char­ger for my mobi­le have been igno­red by this per­son. He even igno­red a collec­tion of about 50 burnt CDs.
  • I keep a fol­ding sho­vel in an extra box in the back of the car — he even ope­ned it to search for hid­den values. I guess he did this while sear­ching for the front cover (the fol­ding sho­vel is my ~ Safa­ri heritage).
  • It hap­pen­ed direct­ly in front of my mum’s place on the street. I haven’t been here for about three mon­ths and only wan­ted to stay 1 night as I am cur­r­ent­ly moving goods to her place and this is why I had left the trunk of the car unco­ve­r­ed — which was empty des­pi­te of this tool box (and no tools have been stolen).
  • This has hap­pen­ed befo­re — one suc­ces­ful attempt some years ago, and one unsuc­cess­ful attempt two years ago. It is a good neigh­bour­hood, but it hap­pens all over the city. Mind you, we are tal­king about the City of Bre­men in Ger­ma­ny — and not Nai­ro­bi. Nai­ro­bi thiefs do it bet­ter, wiser and ste­al more stuff. Also, I won­der that he did­n’t even touch the gaso­li­ne tank. The other day I dou­bled the value of my car by ful­ly refu­e­ling it. A lit­re is about EUR 1,30 the­se days.
  • To pre­vent this in future, I had instal­led some­thing known as “armo­red door pla­tes” — which are metal covers that sit around the locks in the doors. VWs, Audis and even Por­sches of the late 1980s are known to this vio­la­bi­li­ty — they all come with the same locking sys­tem which can be ope­ned wit­hin seconds using a Made-in-Chi­na screw­dri­ver. Just app­ly this under the lock, push it insi­de and pull it up — click — the door opens. As I said — to pre­vent this, I had instal­led armo­red door pla­tes. In vain, as it seems. But then, the­re’s no secu­re car on the mar­ket — even modern Mer­ce­des-Benz and BMWs can be ope­ned with pro­per tools wit­hin 30 seconds. Car manu­fac­tu­rers never talk about this but are well awa­re of the problem.
  • My car is old. Real­ly old. An ’89 Volks­wa­gen Golf 2 whe­re the only shiny part of paint is under­ne­ath the bon­net — the rest is cove­r­ed with rust and dents. Who on earth would expect anything of value in such a car? Pres­um­a­b­ly only someo­ne who enjoys ope­ning old cars. Bastard…
  • I had been working in the living room late last night and heard some noi­ses out­side. Thought about get­ting out and che­cking my car, but the lazy part in me per­sua­ded me to stay insi­de. You see, it hap­pen­ed befo­re and to my mind, the car was too old and too “unse­xy” for burg­la­ry — and why on earth should they choo­se my car? Well, wrong thinking.
  • While repor­ting this to the near­by poli­ce sta­ti­on, I met a cou­p­le who had the same pro­blem. Appar­ent­ly, the­re has been a seri­es of raids on car radi­os late last night.
  • My plans were to remo­ve it from the car wit­hin the next few weeks, take it to Kenya and install it into Mbu­zi­mo­ja’s Suzu­ki. In other words: it would have been sto­len any­ways — eit­her here or later on in Nairobi.

Ima­gi­ne me — I am very laid-back when it comes to my car. It is old, it has done its job and it will go into reti­re­ment by the end of Sep­tem­ber. Now ima­gi­ne the majo­ri­ty of my fel­low Ger­mans — the car means SO MUCH to them. In fact, some ppl here don’t have child­ren in order to afford luxu­ries like a good car. What about them, what about their hurt feelings?

Now let’s see if the insuran­ce agrees to pay for this…as for now, I still have to rea­li­ze what it’s like to dri­ve without music. A hor­ri­ble scenario…ngoma ni maisha!