After my phone got robbed the drama continued. My worst nightmare became reality, my bike got stolen.

When I was still recovering from the robbery i started looking for a new phone. I went to the city centre to a shop called Public in the most busy street of Thessaloniki. I locked my bike extra save with 2 locks and went into the store. When i came back I couldn’t believe it. I went back into the store, when i came out the second time I realised it was real, my bike was gone!
My heart skipped from 60 bpm to 120 bpm and a thunderstorm of stress went trough my body. I couldn’t believe it. In shock i ran to the nearest police station and told them what happened. In a Greek style the police started to prepare their self and slowly take of to search for my steel baby girl.

Defeated i was sitting on sidewalk in front of the police station. Within 2 weeks i lost everything. I lost my communication, my transport and parts of my house. I feel empty and i still don’t realise that this is really happening. To make a report i have to go to another police office, with a numb feeling i am walking on crowded streets of Thessaloniki. I feel the tears burning in my eyes. Flashback of all the hard work i have done to get this bike, the happiness i felt traveling by bike, my big dream, it was all for nothing. Here i am, robbed of my stuff as a stranger in a strange city, i feel so alone. I can’t hold it any longer an tears are rolling over my cheeks.

Finally arrived in the police station i have to wait in a room which looks more like a cell than a waiting room. A room with old furniture, paint coming of the walls and a flickering light. I sit down and breath deeply. There is a sort of queue but without any order, there is no coffee or water and it takes ages. Finally it’s my turn, i friendly young officer takes my report. The only thing i can do now is to have faith.

My faith in government agencies of Greece is at a very low level so i decide to start my own hunt by informing the media. A couchsurfer Tasos Karantos, who is a reporter for a online magazine, i got in contact with Parallaxi magazine. They wanted to post it and even Greek national television shared my story.

I hope the thieves think twice and decide to do the good thing. I know ther is a small change but not trying is not a option for me. I believe hope is stronger than hate! And i hope to find a way to continue my journey!