LADRON!!!

Some fuckface stole my bike yesterday in the park, right from under my nose. I was sitting on a bench, and bike was next to me, leaning on the bench, and one minute I am looking at this guy dancing flamenco in the gazebo and the next minute I turn around and my bike is gone. I asked the people around me if they had seen anything, Of course nadie ha visto nunca.
Arrrgghhh, I hate that park, never going there again.
My bici is my life, my key to happiness here and to have that taken from be by some asshole who wants to make 50 euros is so frustrating. I can't explain the anger I felt while trudging home in the hours after this incident. Walking up Pg Sant Joan I was jealous of everyone I saw riding a bicycle. Last night I grieved and drank and vented and thought about going to France to get another bike.