punks.. no, real punks

One of my neighbours (thanks!) reported to the police that some gang of kids are manipulating on my motorcycle, they tore the plastic that covers the battery and destroyed some of the electronics there.
If I only knew why they did that :( Idiots!

What scares me is that the neighbour reported this at 1600, that is in bright daylight.
These people have no fear at all :(
Makes you wonder when they will come over, smash your windows and rob you while you are in the shower in the morning..

I am very much hurt, not because of the material damage, it’s more that for the first time something has been touched that I worked night-shift in a factory for six weeks in Summer 1996, something I did a shitty job for, for every single cent on that thing, something that Anna invested thousand euros in when I moved together with her because it was desolated… I know now how it feels to want revenge.

I am so hurt and I am so angry, I don’t like this feeling at all. The “dark side” is tempting, oh yes.

At least Anna is back from the UK and my life is structured again.

Off to work, there is a lot of things to do.