6th March 2019, Dubai.
This happened 4 days ago.
We were in Barcelona. After having a sumptuous home cooked lunch with our niece, we started our journey from Metro station Besos Mar in L4 Metro to Ciutadella Vila Olimpica to visit Pompeu Fabra University UPF where our niece is a student. We had enough time to go for a stroll through the Gothic Quarter before the Flamenco Show at City Hall at 7.30 pm, so again went back to the L4 metro station Ciutadella Vila Olimpica to catch the metro to Jaume I station.
The platform was crowded.
When the train arrived, there was a rush to get in.
The platform in Barcelona L4 is at a lower level than the train. Meaning, one has to take a step up to get into the train when it arrives. In Dubai, the platform and metro train are at the same level, so you just have to move in without taking any upward step.
I was concentrating in not losing my foothold. There was much jostling inside and no place to sit. I was trying to get a hold on the top rail of the chair seat in front when I felt a tug on my handbag. Immediately I pulled the bag towards my front and I realized someone was holding onto my handbag. I gave a harder tug and looked at the lady standing next to me. A well-dressed healthy looking lady in her 30s or early 40s. I looked at my handbag. The zip was closed. Okay, I thought she must not have got time to open it because I had pulled the bag immediately. Once I could get a good position to stand comfortably, just to double check, I opened my handbag.
My money purse was missing.
I looked back at her. She looked at me and put her finger on her lips.
The universal sign of silence.
With a mean face.
I froze.
My husband was sitting two rows ahead and my niece standing behind me near the door.
I just could not react. I didn’t raise a voice. No shouting. Just stood there, not even daring to look back at her again.
The lady had an accomplice who looked younger than her.
At the next stop, both of them got out of the train in a hurry and that was the last I saw of them and my precious money with which I had planned to go for shopping.
A foreign country where not many speak English. And I do not know a word in Spanish or Catalan. What should I have done?I had read a lot about Barcelona before going on this trip. Every blog entry, every website I had read, videos I had watched, had warning about Pick-pocketing in Barcelona. The blog sites had mentioned to keep passports in the Hotel safe under lock. So I had not carried my passport with me. Which saved us a lot of trouble. And made it possible to return to Dubai on time, though with a lighter pocket and an even lighter luggage since I refused to go for any shopping in Barcelona.
But I really, really have to appreciate the skills of the pick-pockets. I would say it all happened in less than 3 seconds. She had opened my handbag, taken out my purse from among a lot of things, closed back the zip – all in the blink of an eye.