Well well well, it finally happened: our house was robbed.
Today, while my parents and I were out, our door was kicked open, and the intruders had their way in our home. They went through the closets, and had their picking. Strangely, they didn’t take much. As far as we can tell, they only took a few of my rings were stolen. They were worth a lot of money, but I never wore them anyways. The worst part of it is seeing that someone has gone through all your stuff. Clothes were thrown around, and things were moved. They could have made off with so much more, but thankfully they didn’t. Also, they didn’t destroy anything, like you so often hear happening. Just the lock on our front door was broken. It was bound to happen sometime, I’m just thankful it wasn’t that bad. By the looks of it, it was some young unprofessional, who just wanted money.
Is this neighbourhood changing? It seems to be.
Last night, I watch “Shake hands with the devil”, a documentary about what happened in Rwanda. Terrible stuff, I taped it for anyone who wants to watch it. If you don’t know what happened, you need to see this. We as humans have some very scary sides to us.
