Foggy night… I’d like to share what happened 2 hours ago when I came back. As you all know from my previous post, I went to Santos to do some documentation matters. So I parked my bicycle here in the afternoon as I woke up late and was in a rush. I didn’t know where to park, so I somehow had the idea to park next to this bakery. 8 hours later… When I returned to the spot I parked, a man from the pharmacy ran out and asked if that was my bike, because the police had earlier stopped a man from stealing my bike. And when I unlocked my bike, this was what I saw, that the lock was really broken (in the 2nd photo; but it’s still working). So I really thank God that I still have a bicycle and for me having the idea on where to park that just so happened to have the police pass by. And for the police passing by at the right time and for the lock to be strong enough and for no damages to my bike in the process. Gratitude to the police and to the man who ran out to tell me what happened. All glory to God.
