Monday, April 21, 2014

Bike-shaped hole

There’s a bike-shaped hole in the hallway where my bike should be. It was there when I woke up this morning, there when I came home tonight.
Last night too, when I finished work, I automatically turned to where it should be to take me home before remembering it was gone. You feel so fucking stupid standing in front of an empty space expecting something to be there.
That bike was the only material thing I had that really I gave a shite about. It was older than I am. I felt a responsibility toward it. I cared for it. I even washed it from time to time! Everything else can be replaced, but not that.
In a way its theft says more about me than I’d like to admit. I mean, it’s just a thing. I’m petty and materialistic. It’s just a bike for fuck’s sake, I keep telling myself.
There are so many horrific things happening in the world, yet I can’t shake this feeling I’ve been violated. In a way, I resent that more than the feeling of being violated. I should appreciate how privileged I am.
It’s not the first bike I’ve had stolen, nor the first theft I’ve endured (obviously, if it’s not the first bike I’ve had stolen, you know what I mean) but this had become family, my trusty companion wherever I went, my associate on illicit adventures, my lift home at stupid-o-clock no matter where I was.
It was stolen literally behind my back at Spreepark, when I was taking pictures there Thursday night. I left it against the fence to take a couple of shots – it was two or three in the morning in a forest and I let my guard down – and when I went back for it it was gone. I went back and forward to make sure my eyes hadn’t tricked me, back and forward, back and forward, back and forward, again and again, looking at the same places to make sure it hadn’t reappeared in the meantime. I simply couldn’t believe it had disappeared.
Then I saw the one of the security dudes walking around. I called after him, asked him about it and he denied seeing anything. I didn’t believe him. Later, after walking all around Spreepark, I checked the two security guards’ van and car but couldn’t find any trace of it. I apologized for suspecting them. More shame, but they were the only humans I’d encountered in the forest at that hour of night.
I haven’t given up hope of being reunited with it again but I know the chances are miniscule. More than 23,000 bikes are reported stolen in Berlin alone each year. That’s only the reported number. How many aren’t reported? I didn’t report this one. What’s the point? The Polizei don’t give a rat’s ass.
I’ve been pleasantly surprised by the response on Twitter, with so many people retweeting my all but hopeless appeal. 188 people as I type! It’s nice to know people empathize.
I passed through Mauerpark on my way to work today – another sign of desperation – but of course I didn’t see it. They were so many people I couldn’t see anything but people.
Fuck it, I’ll keep looking. I couldn’t give up even if I wanted to.

3 comments:

  1. Sorry you lost your beloved bike. Is this the second one stolen? I've only had one stolen. I think having your bike stolen in Berlin is like having your cherry popped by a big ole bear. You didn't help your pain by taking pix of every cubic cm of the bike. It would be a great forensic aid if the cops in fact gave a shite. I remember when my first beat up, rusty brakes, torn seated bike was stolen. I felt violated. Even though the thing cost 20 EUR. Someone removed a piece of you and it hurts. But at least you've got the Trabi. :D

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    1. Thanks man. Yes, I have a Trabi. And am working on another bike...

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  2. Know exactly how you feel about your bike. After my first bike was stolen, I was so sad - I went everywhere on that bike. Just left it outside an offi for five mins. Gone. Then, some weeks later I saw some fucker riding around on it. Stupidly, I approached them - some bloke on my bike and I'm a girl, plus he was riding on the pavement ;) That's my bike, I said, ridiculously. He rode off. Why I spoke to him, lord only knows. Hope your bike turns up somewhere. Could it have been removed by the Ordnungamt, the special one for bikes? Here in MS, those guys often take badly parked bikes to the 'bike pound'. Returned from HH and my bike had disappeared from just outside the train station - hadn't parked it in a designated space. Low n behold - it was at the 'pound', luckily. Loadsa bikes at that 'pound'.

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