I reported the crime to the police and the forensics guy came around to take fingerprints. It took all my powers of self control not to leave the place whilst waiting for him to arrive. I just couldn't stand the thought of being there knowing what had happened, different scenarios go through my mind and I shudder to think if this had happened over the weekend when Lydia, my daughter usually comes to stay.
I must have slept especially heavily last night, perhaps the result of the fact that I had to push my Vespa halfway across town yesterday after the clutch died on my. Pushing 120kg of dead scooter in 30C heat is enough to take it out of you.
Twice in less than six months I have had all my camera equipment stolen and this time they even took the hard disc with months worth of work on it. The only pictures that I still have are those which I uploaded to Flickr, a tiny fraction of the total. This has hit my hardest of all, that and the fact that I don't know how I'm going to get through the next months. I have just 20 euros in my pocket, givento me by a friendly neighbour. What I'm going to do about the rent this month or the other bills that I was planning to pay off this week I do not know.
I don't think I can go on living like this tottering from one disaster to another and as a result I'm seriously thinking about whether I have any kind of future here in Greece.
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