This morning was a wonderful, sunny day. I wanted to go to the highest point in the city, have a small picnic and read a book. But when I left home and I went to pick up my bike, the bike was not there. And then I saw that my lock was hunging out of the tree where I usually locked my bike. The IRON cable had been cut.
Stolen bike
And then I started blaming everybody in Spanish and English. I am really, really surprised that people steal bikes in this country!
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