Every first time…

The first time I experienced being picked pocket was during our Europe trip, and it happened in Prague. Prague is such a very beautiful country but there is always an ugly side of everything. In fact, being snatched and picked pocket happen all the time every where in Europe.

We have been very careful in London and Paris, and had never thot that this will happen at our last stop. And if we were to think of the bright side, it was our last stop and only our last part of the trip is ruined. The bad side, this damn incident just have to happen to us even though we were being so extra careful and alert. I guess this people who did it are all really pro and expert in what they do. We don't even feel a thing.

It all happened on a tramp ride and I'm fully to be blamed for. I kept asking Twain when are we going on a tramp because there has been a while I've been riding in one. Since after Melbourne I think. Twain suggested that we walk around and see more things on foot first and I agreed and that's sometime around noon. After a whole day of walking around wanted to cover as much as we can, we were so bloody tired and exhausted. So, in the evening, I reminded Twain again that we have not been onto a tramp yet. There are lots of people both waiting and also on the tramp, probably going home after works or purposely waiting for their chances to 'make a living'. Twain asked if I would like to walk a little as our hotel isn't that far or still go on a tramp when it is so cramp. He asked me to pick one and I said go on a tramp coz I can't walk anymore. I'm too tired to walk after a whole day of walking. So we push our way on to the tramp not knowing that we are being marked as a target to attack.

We felt nothing until we came down from the tramp. Twain realised our view cam is no longer hanging on his back. We were totally shock as this is the first time we experienced being picked, and happening in foreign made it more tragic to us. Twain totally lost his mind and became so mad coz he had took so much pictures all over places and this is his first time being so adventurous and artistic of becoming a photographer and I have to admit I do love that part of him.

We rushed back to the hotel, to make police report and to call home. When I was about to reach for my mobile to make a call to June, I realised my handphone with June's pre-paid card and my little purse with my Mycard and all credit cards in it are all gone. I just couldn't except that this is happening because I didn't feel a thing. Was I dead for 10-15 mins or they just hypnotised me..? Twain got crazier this time. He was cursing endlessly. He took a fab and we went up to our room and called home to stop all the cards. We were still stunned and in shock. Couldn't believe at what had just happened to us.

The weather turned from cold to freezing on our way to the police station. I felt so guilty. I felt bad. I apologised to Twain on all that had happened to us and to my surprise, he was not angry at me at all. He comforted me instead telling me that things will be alright, that God will punish the men who did this to us and he hold me tight. Tears rolled down from my eyes. I felt blessed and safe out of sudden being with this man I married, for his forgiveness and unconditional love. I cried because I know if this is the other way round, I would have started blaming and taking everything out on him.

At the moment, the very moment, I know I can lose everything and it doesn't matter as long as i have him. I thot to myself, every first time I encounter anything, good or bad, uplifting or depressing, I want to experience it with him...