If there is something that never happens to me is to be scatterbrain. Especially when it comes to serious things that can be really really annoying: to get locked out of your flat, to forgot your passport while checking-in at the airport and so on… Well guess what, yesterday after paying a visit to a friend of mine at his café downtown I went to the local 10/11 (understand a 24/7 opened shop, I don’t know where the “Tíu Ellefu” name comes from exactly. They were probably open from 10am to 11pm at some point). I did my usual small shopping and went back home riding my bike. Tonight when I was about to go out I realized that my wallet was missing. I did the complete searching process and conclude that I had to forget it there the day before. The shop was empty yesterday during my shopping (it was probably 11.30pm) I was hence quite confident that the cashier would have kept it for me. Beside we’re in Iceland, famous for the honesty of the inhabitants.
Once I arrived there and asked few different employees, the manager came to me with my wallet. Jesus, that felt good to see that Reykjavik is a pretty secured city. Unfortunately, all my bank notes were gone. I had around 11.000 .- ISK which is roughly 130 Euros. Damn…
For a second, I think I turned into Sir Sherlock holmes and did my thinking. Indeed, I thought for a second that as I’m 100% sure it was empty at that time and that I forgot it in front of the cashier, the guilty rotten thief was a guy from the staff. I stated to the manager that someone took all my money. I added that the shop is full of security cameras in each corner. This Tíu Ellefu is in the touristic area and it’s probably the most famous/used from the hundred around the city. It turned out that the cameras are actually used by the company “Securitas” and that they’re not watchable by anyone from the shop itself. My best chance was then to speak to the general manager tomorrow at 1pm and try to ask him to review the cameras asking Securitas…
I’ll keep you posted…
I know I should be happy already. In a city like Paris: One, I most certainly would have no chance to get my wallet back. Two, if I would and the money was gone the manager would have replied to me that I was a sad idiot to forget my wallet in the shop and that was the price to pay for my stupidity…
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