When I was driving to my new destination I was thinking back to an event which I haven't written down yet.
It happened around two months ago, I camped together with my travel friends Steffen and Mandy (G) and Sato (ES) in the Nehru Park in Delhi. At night it was very hot and I slept in my roof tent, which is only closed off by a mosquito net. Because of the heat I slept light and during my sleep I thought I heard a zipper. Suddenly it became clear that the noise was made by my own zipper. I looked outside and to my surprise I saw an Indian man with my trousers. I had in the pocket of these particular trousers my passport, a credit card and some cash.
I shouted loudly “thief! thief!” and I quickly jumped out of my roof tent. The thief was shocked by my action and he ran away. I set off in pursuit of the thief. When I was running I noticed that I had some company. A completely naked Steffen was running next to me and behind me was Sato, who was just like me only dressed in a short. The thief was anxiously looking over his shoulder. Three almost naked men ran in pursuit, he was frightened. He wanted rather to be safe than sorry, so he threw away my trousers. I took the garment of the floor and I noticed that my passport was still in my pocket. My credit card and my money was gone.
In the meantime it was getting through to Steffen that he was standing there completely naked. He examined himself and he mumbled something like “Scheisse” (shit in German). After that he ran back to his car.
From that night on, I greeted the Indian people from a greater distance. My trust had been badly damaged.