Wednesday, May 23, 2007
In The Heat Of The
I almost got killed today in a police chase. For the record: it wasn’t
me who was chased. I was one of those innocent bystanders that have to
jump for there life while the culprits drive their vehicle (in this case
a small motorcycle) over the sidewalk at break-neck speeds. It all
happened when I returned from lunch break, when I heard a police siren
approaching rapidly in the street that I was about to cross. I waited
for the police car to pass, but suddenly I saw a motor driving straight
at me. I jumped some four and a half meter up
in a completely controlled Kung Fu reflex. The motor careened past me,
the driver in front and a passenger on the back holding the loot. But
because they hit the curb of the sidewalk of my well
aimed karate kick, the bag he was holding dropped to the ground.
Oblivious to this, the police van turned the corner, only to loose the racing robbers fifty meters later between some apartment buildings. Time for me to step in, and to take up my civic responsibilities to the full. I picked up the bag (with a handkerchief off course, I’m not daft), established a safety perimeter, rerouted traffic and organised a citizen vigilante group to escort me to the police car a bit further up the road. There I handed over the key piece of evidence in what will no doubt be the case of the century to the waiting police men.
However, I must say I was somewhat disappointed that they didn’t need my eye-witness report. However I shall write down everything in detail and send them a twenty page report (original plus three copies), or better still, I’ll bring it to the highest chief of the Brussels police tomorrow morning at the earliest convenient hour. Six o’clock should do, or better make it five thirty to be on the safe side.