Disaster...

I think on Wednesday 26, I got into some really bad trouble. To view this event fairly, it all started the day before. We missed the bus to Andorra twice. On Monday 24, Yifu paid the bus ride to Andorra, and we both "missed" the bus ride. Looking back at it I'm not so sure know. So we changed the bus ride to 5:30 or 6:30 in the morning under Yifu's suggestion. (Not saying that it is Yifu's fault for suggesting the time, since I agreed to it as well.)
    So the next day, we leave for the bus station, but we mistimed our wake-up time and our getting ready time, so we missed the bus by 10 to 20 minutes or so. So we pay some more money to change the time to around 7:00am. And so we then go to Andorra successfully.
     We leave at 5ish, and get back at 9ish. We go to the hostel and I realize I left my cell phone at the bus station. So we quickly pack and return and I find my phone at the bus station office which is a few streets away from the bus station. So now it is 11'ish. Around 30 minutes from the bus ride to Madrid. I say we should just go to Madrid without eating anything so that we can be 100% positive that we will catch the bus without any complications. But Yifu says that he will eat even if I don't. So I though I might as well go. Looking around for a bit we find a decent Pakistani "fast food" restaurant a couple minutes walk from the bus station around 11:20pm, the bus leaves at 11:30. I order a lamb biryani and Yifu orders a chicken biryani and a few samosa. We have around ten minutes left and our food arrives. I leave early to figure out where our bus stop in the station is and tell Yifu to take my food to go. I find the bus station and wait for Yifu. Three minutes till the departure time and finally Yifu arrives. I tell him to leave his things at my feet, so that he can put his big in-frame ¨camping¨ bag in the bus storage compartment. He unhesitatingly takes off his bags and puts them at my feet, which meant he trusted me to leave his bag with his I-Phone, green card, meal plan tickets, credit cards, wallet, debit cards, Italian cell phone, and passport with his Italian and US Visas on the ground in the #1 City of Pick-Pockets in the world. I didn't know he had all of those things in that one bag. He comes back after a few minutes (he was taking his headphones off). At 9:30, the time the bus leaves, Yifu goes to wash his hands in the bathroom. Before he goes I tell him the bus is leaving now and we need to get on the bus. But he says that there is enough time because there are 3 or 4 people still in line getting their tickets checked.
     I was so anxious and worried that we will miss our bus again and have to repay another but time change fee that my mind is unable to focus. I was also wondering why Yifu had to go wash his hands right at the time the bus leaves. Sure there are 4 or 5 people waiting in line, but it doesn't take that much time for your ticket to be checked and get on the bus. Additionally, I told Yifu to drop his bags on the ground, so that he can put his big back in storage, so that we can then get on the bus. All of these factors made me completely forget about paying attention to Yifu´s bags on the ground. So I turned around from them to look at the entrance to the bus to make sure that the bus doesn't leave without us.
    All of a sudden I feel a presence or a sense behind me. I turn around and find Yifu´s jacket torn off of the bags and one of his bags stolen. My heart thumps sporadically and I ask two gypsies nearby if they seen who stole the bag in sign language a.k.a. pointing in the direction outside of the station. I look outside and debate whether to run and look. I decide not to because his other bags are here and the bus can leave at any moment. I hope for the best, that Yifu had his bag and maybe I´m just imagining things. Yifu comes out and asks ¨Where´s my bag?!?¨ I have no f***ing idea on how to answer that question and I dread the worst, so I just say, ¨Didn´t you have it?¨ He didn´t. So we tell the bus driver to stop and he yells at us ¨Vamos! Vamos! Vamos!¨ So we get in the bus and then we get back out a few seconds later because we can´t leave with the passport.
    So we go to the police station to file a report and they don´t help much. They just give us the copy of the report and a document that allows us to travel within Spain. So the next day we go to the Chinese Consulate and we get a traveling document for Yifu, for free due to our plight.

     So later I find out, Yifu left to wash his hands because his hands were greasy from eating his Chicken Biryani. He also figured he had enough time to go the bathroom since it was a few minutes away.

    So why am I writing this? I think it is so that anyone who hears about my situation can get the real unadulterated story, at least from my point of view. I have told this event in the most unbiased way possible. I want whoever hears what happened to form their own opinions based on facts and what really happened, including thoughts. After all, the difference between success and failure is a thin red line.

    Thankfully the thief did not steal his camera bag which had a Nikon D7000 and a 10-20mm lens in it. Reminds me of a time when my brother got his laptop stolen which had my $149 AKG semi-open headphones attached to it. The laptop was gone, but the headphone was still mysteriously there.
    Anyways, what was the most ridiculous part of all this is that the City of Barcelona only charges a 100 euro fine to any pick-pocket thief that is caught. WTF!?! How is this justice? This would just still allow even more thefts because the gain is so much higher than loss... unless you plain stink at pick-pocketing.