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My bike got stolen the other day.
Have you ever seen the movie Bicycle Thieves? It’s an Italian neo-realist film. It’s about a man who lives in a small, poverty stricken Italian village. He works in the city putting up posters and billboards and needs his bike to get from the village to the city, to move around and put up posters; he needs his bike to work. One day his bike gets stolen. He spends the rest of the movie desperately trying to track down his bike and the thief and in the end becomes so desperate that he steals a bike, himself. There is a bicycle thief in all of us.
I had my bike stolen once before. I was on my way to work at that time. Luckily I had enough time to walk there because I was working as a dish washer and couldn’t afford a cab. And I had to pick up 3 extra shifts to get a new bike from Igor, the man who last year was arrested for operating a massive bike theft ring, had thousands of bikes locked away in storage and who probably stole my bike in the first place.
This time I was on my way home from work. I had to take the street car, at 4am, because I live a good 30 minute bike ride away. And the bike didn’t even belong to me, it belongs to my friend Sarah who lent it to me for the summer. Luckily, though, I had left a broken down bike at another friends house last year who recently told me I should come get it. So I will compensate Sarah and get my old bike back, fix it. It’ll all cost me the same price as buying a new bike. Meanwhile I’m a couple thousand dollars in debt which will accumulate by the end of the year.
I understand that bicycle thieves have to eat too. I know there is a bicycle thief in me. My bike got stolen.
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