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My experience with the police

Yesterday we discovered that my aunt's house, who lived abroad, had been stolen.
First thing, me, mom and sisters was to call the police and not enter the flat, first because we were afraid and second not to mess with the prints if there were any..English movies only.
We called the police, its number just for the info 122, he hang up once and did not try to call us back, then we called him again, he asked what had been stolen?

We told him that we were afraid to enter and we cannot enter in order to mass up with the prints, he said he won't be able to get us someone unless we told him what had been stolen.

Then he called again to tell me that I have to go to the police station and file a record so someone can go with me for investigation. ya 7alwa.

At that time, we called a neighbor and go into the flat, prints was everywhere. the thief was really an idiot and he is now free because of our good for nothing police.

Anyway after we went to the station, the guy told us that we cannot report a robbery since it is not our flat.
la2 we kaman after sending us here and there, one very young police man, almost half my height, a kid ya3ni keda, told the other guy make them file a record called "Come and report". the guys started to look at each other and laugh and I knew it is nothing and once we left, they would throw the record into the trash.

There was another poor man who lost his kid, 3 years old, was waiting before we came for the police to come so he can report the kidnapping.

I was disappointed at this country and thought that we need more than a revolution to fix what had been corrupted..الفساد إلى النخاع

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