Hello my friends. You remember the story from the Sunday evening / Monday morning, when my flatmates came home from the pub and rang the bell that everybody could hear it? Here is another incident what can happen in the middle of the night:
It's Monday morning once again, around 2 a.m. A loud noise wakes me up. It sounds as if someone tries to hit a whole in the wall using a hammer. I take a look at Gordons bed like I always do in cases like this - he is sleeping fine. May be I was wrong? I lie down and try to sleep on, but then I can hear it again. This time a bit clearer, like glasses, or a jar breaking. Now I get up, put some clothing and my slippers (Hausschuhe) on. I can’t really say where the noise is coming from. So I decide to go out of the terrace to take a quick look over there. Of course it is dark outside, but still light enough to recognize the things around me. At first I don’t see anything wrong. Then I turn to the side and watch behind the door. As I already presumed my neighbours bathroom window is broken. There you go! And behind the broken window there is a man inside the bathroom. I ask him: “How you doing? You’re alright?” But I can’t understand anything he says ( fucking irish accent:-) ). After that the man moves out of the bathroom and now we stand face to face with each other. He is not as big as me, but instead armed with a crutch, which he probably used to destroy the window. Not saying a word the thief passes me and leaves the terrace making his escape. I follow him down the stairs. He is getting faster. I ask him: “Where are you going?” This time I can understand him very well, saying: “Don’t try to follow me! Don’t attack me!” I’m not a stupid white man and so I better obey his advice and keep at a safe distance. The man now reaches the front door which brings him out of the street. After a few seconds I come to the front door as well, but I stop. If I open the door now I might get his crutch right into my face. That’s not what I need on a Monday morning. After another few seconds I feel safe and open the door. The thief gets lost in the darkness, I don’t see him anymore. I say: "Damn it! Fucking damn it!" Afterwards I go to bed again; Gordon is still sleeping fine, just like a baby. Also it seems that all the other inhabitants haven’t heard anything of my adventure.
Two weeks later I met one of the guys who are living in the affected flat. We had a little chat on the hall. He just wanted to say: “Thank you. That was very nice of you. Without your showing up the thief probably would have stolen something.” I said: “No prob, man! It was a pleasure.” Then I asked him: “Did the Garda (Irish police) get the thief?” He replied: “No, not yet.” Eventually I said to him: “But you know there is one thing which is very strange – how could the thief know that nobody is at home in this night?” and my neighbour then answered: “Well, we were at home, BUT we were pretty drunk. So we didn’t hear anything at all!”