My status update on April 2, 2016 while I was in Budapest, Hungary.
So, there was a little panic here tonight.
There was an urgent knocking on my door whilst someone was talking rapidly in the hall. When I opened my door, a group of four – two brunettes, a blonde, and guy – were cramped in the hallway.
“Yes?” I asked patiently because they looked very distraught.
“Did you see an iPhone?” one of the brunettes asked with her hands clasped together.
“No. I just arrived this evening. I came from another city”
They nodded and I closed the door.
The discussion continued. I listened through the door. I learned that one of the brunettes had gone to the bathroom and went back to their room to get something. When she went back to the bathroom her phone was gone. This happened ten minutes before the commotion. Someone was suggesting calling the police.
I stepped out to join in and pretend to ask for more information. It would have made them suspicious that I already knew the details. “When did this happen?” I asked the guy who was inspecting the bathroom. He asked the brunettes. They might have been speaking in Portugese. The brunette retold her story.
“Ten minutes ago?” he exclaimed, putting his hands to his head. I suppressed a smile. Something definitely got lost in translation. He began to pace. “I thought it happened this morning or a little earlier!”
“We should call the police and call the owner” the blonde repeated her suggestion.
“What will the police do to us?” asked the brunette.
“They will ask each of us questions” I replied. Maybe I should tidy up my room a bit, I thought. If I was going to be investigated, dirty socks and underwear should be taken care of. Their paranoia had started to infect me.
“Did you knock on all the doors?” asked the blonde. You seem pretty helpful and concerned, maybe it’s you! I thought. Sometimes, the perpetrator is the one who acts the most concerned.
Meanwhile, the guy was busy containing his panic. Your reaction seem to be very exaggerated, maybe it’s you! Perpetrators can be the ones who exhibit the most exaggerated reactions to incidents of crime.
I looked at the two brunettes. Could this be all just a ploy? Are you two playing some sort of game or con?
There were also other two ladies in the room next to mine. They did not come out despite the hullaballoo. Maybe they were already plotting how to get rid of phone before the police arrived!
“Maybe whoever stole it could have already thrown it out of the window. It could be on the street” the brunette theorized.
“I will go down and take a look for you” volunteered the blonde. I looked at her suspiciously.
The other brunette went inside their room while the discussion was going on. She came out and waved a phone. The phone was in their room all along.
Everyone gave a sigh of relief and had a laugh. Another door opened and a bald man stepped out to use the kitchen sink. He looked at us quizzically and someone said it was fine.
The brunette apologized. I was comforted to know that I was surrounded by strangers who are willing to help and jump into action. I will sleep well tonight.
The brunettes and the guy went back to their rooms while the blonde went out. I went to the toilet. As I was about to go into my room. The door next to mine opened and one of the two ladies went out.
“The thing about the phone, it’s fine. They found it somewhere”
“Super!” she replied.