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I stood outside my front
door catching my breath. After a lazy Christmas holiday, I had to recover from
climbing stairs with carry-on bags and a suitcase. I looked up and blinked. Red
tape crossed the door. I didn't understand Hungarian, but the one English word
said enough: "POLICE".
Google Translate told me I
would be arrested if I entered, so I didn't. Finally, I called my rental agent.
He went to the police station for more details.
My agent returned with
authorization to enter. Not only were my files undisturbed, but so were the TV
and printer. The burglars had taken a few items from the top drawer as well as
a small amount of foreign currency in the bottom drawer. Somehow they hadn't
found the jewelry box in the third drawer.
I was in shock. My agent's
words were fuzzy, something about fixing the locks tomorrow and making a list
for the police.
Then one day, I remembered
that I'd left another jewelry box in the flat. My heart sank as I thought of
another locket that had been in that box, a gold engraved one with a picture of
my late honey Grandma inside. When I realized the box was missing, the whole
experience seemed to crash down on me. I cried.
I stood outside my front
door catching my breath. After a lazy Christmas holiday, I had to recover from
climbing stairs with carry-on bags and a suitcase. I looked up and blinked. Red
tape crossed the door. I didn't understand Hungarian, but the one English word
said enough: "POLICE".
Google Translate told me I
would be arrested if I entered, so I didn't. Finally, I called my rental agent.
He went to the police station for more details.
My agent returned with
authorization to enter. Not only were my files undisturbed, but so were the TV
and printer. The burglars had taken a few items from the top drawer as well as
a small amount of foreign currency in the bottom drawer. Somehow they hadn't
found the jewelry box in the third drawer.
I was in shock. My agent's
words were fuzzy, something about fixing the locks tomorrow and making a list
for the police.
Then one day, I remembered
that I'd left another jewelry box in the flat. My heart sank as I thought of
another locket that had been in that box, a gold engraved one with a picture of
my late honey Grandma inside. When I realized the box was missing, the whole
experience seemed to crash down on me. I cried.
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