I see this guy sitting on a bench across the street and even though he seems relaxed and enjoying the afternoon I suddenly clench up.  I say something to Ezi but he barely noticed the guy and assumes I’m making up my usual stories.  That evening our daughter’s car next door is stolen.  The anti-theft device was all that remained in her parking space.  All that had to be done was to switch the computer in the car, probably no more than twenty minutes under the dashboard with a flashlight.  

I may well be wrong about this guy on the bench, but car thefts are way up around here  – primarily because spare parts are so hard to find in this country, and it is so easy to cross the border and dismantle them.  

In any case, I don’t think the situation will improve in the near future.