Tuesday, October 19, 2004

But when some of the shock wore off, I decided to look for a police station. I reached a small precinct near Pedro Gil. The station had no mobile patrol units so the two police officers rode with me.

We returned to the scene of the crime and briefly scanned the area. We also approached a group of people near a bridge. I begged those people to help us but they denied having seen any man in a bonnet carrying a handbag.

It was then that the police officers dismissed the case and said that searching for the suspect would be futile.

I insisted that they try to look for him. I asked that maybe they could look for him behind the trees. So maybe to appease me, they took me to a barangay station and told them what happened.

The officers then took me to another precinct where they made a blotter of the account before another officer escorted me to the Ermita Police Station.

I tried to look for him in the gallery of suspects in the police station but they all looked the same to me. I didn't want to pinpoint anybody because it was dark and I could not remember any of his facial features clearly. In fact, all I remember about him was his colorful bonnet and dirty fingernails, and that he was wearing hiphop shorts.

In the station, some of the police joked that maybe the gun was fake. They could be right. A good quality toy gun probably scared me out of my wits. But I consider myself very lucky that I wasn't given the chance of finding out whether it was real or not.

Lots of people assumed that my windows were down because I'm a smoker. I'm not. It's just been my habit to let the cool night breeze in. Plus, it saves gas.

On a hindsight, he had a gun. He could've easily tapped my window and asked for me to open it. But the fact that it was rolled down made me extra vulnerable.

I discovered later that the area is notorious for cases like mine. I
was not the first victim, and I doubt if I will be the last.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

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