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Last night, walking from my boyfriends' work we went and took out DVD's to watch and walked to his flat. Just outside the outermost electrified security fence around the security compound in which his flat is, just 5 meters from the gate and just about 20 from the security guard on duty's office, we were robbed at nifepoint by two guys in black running at us(Again...what else is new?) and after they threatened to kill us both and I pepper-sprayed the one they both still managed to steal Jacques' laptop bag with practically his whole life in there. We had walked past at least seven police vans the ten blocks from his restaurant at the centre of campus to his flat, but I have the university private security force on speed-dial and my bf was crying on the ground seconds after, in shock and traumatised, so it took almost 10 seconds before I had managed to pick him up and called the university security on my phone. Grabbed his keys, semi-carried him over my one shoulder and opened the perimiter gates and informed the security guard on duty there about the robbery. I unlocked the gates to his flat, and kinda left him crying there on his bed. When I came back outside about 80 seconds later, the university security force had arrived with two vans and four armed officers. I described the two and the direction they went so the one van emediately roared off. Excelent service and responce time of under two minutes from the event untill the security were in pursuit.
They talked to me for a few seconds and got on the radio, I got Jacques' insurance documents, carried him still crying to the van - before the compound's own security had even really woken up - and they took us straight to the police offices.
Now compare that kind of service to the national police to who'se offices we were taken to start a case then. I was still comforting my bf's hysterical crying, swearing out complaints and giving statements and getting subtle but fu**ing irritating homophobic looks from the police on duty, who blandly, extremely slowly and unhelpfully were filling out a gazillion forms. The University Security Force officers had left us to help tracking the suspects, and my cellphone battery died. It took five hours - till long past midnight - to get the forms filled out. No pharmacies were open for something to calm my bf at that time of night, and apparantly no-one to take us back to his flat. The university security again helped as soon as I called them from the station, sending a lift within minutes and taking us both to his flat so that I could put him to bed, stay up all night guarding him with the lights on and checking in every cupboard whether anyone was hiding in them, waiting to spring out.
He couldn't really sleep, so we worked on his french lesson plan till dawn, when an sms came through on his phone, saying they had found a bag with his ID, classnotes and a bank deposit slip with his telephone number on it. So we called the security force, and they contacted the police, to ammend the case file and talked to the person who found the bag.
This morning, I woke up, having slept with a crying man in my arms, and in uncomfortable jeans, and only THEN does the damn police start thinking about the bag. Its been quite a mess going through all that again, and I feel completely worn out, walking my bf to a friend so he could sleep over there, and not at his flat, making food, calling his parents, calling irritating and unhelpfull insurance companies and everyone in the structure untill I got a senior manager to help me addequately, and organising psyciatric help from the university support centre for him, retrieving notes for his test on monday and trying to regather the most important info on his laptop that was lost.
Fortunately I feel so used to being mugged I'm not even anything more than annoyed at it anymore, and they didn't manage to get anything of mine
He was still shaky this morning when I woke up, and the police were far more annoying than comforting or helpfull through the entire process.
All things considered, I love the private sector, I hate public servants and I am giving new and serious thoughts to emigrating. Canada, anyone?
A truth told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent
-William Blake
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