Fck you life, for just having to punch me in the face one more time before the year ends. (It better stays at ONE more time.)
Yesterday, a friend of mine celebrated her birthday and we went to the Christmas market in the city center. When we arrived at the market, I went to lock my bike to a place about three meters away from where my friends were waiting for me. Out of habit, I put my bag on the basket of my bike and proceeded to fish my keys out. That's when a stranger approached me from the front and started to ask for directions in a somewhat broken German. I talked to him for about fifteen seconds, turned around, and my bag was gone.
It happened so fast.
