ATM
I
queued in a mall for an ATM. I was my turn soon.
As
I stepped forward, I noticed that the previous user had forgotten
his debit card in the machine. I looked around but didn't find the
man anywhere. The account seemed to contain over 4000 euros. I hesitated
for a moment and then pressed '200 euros' and 'OK'. The screen read
'Event is being processed.'
I
was short on cash and at a whim I had grasped the opportunity. Could
anyone had noticed? I took the money but left the debit card on the
machine. I walked down the escalator and hurried to the lower floor.
I tried looking over my shoulders but no one seemed to pay any attention
to me.
I
was 200 euros richer than a moment ago. But I was stricken with guilt.
Could I be traced? Did I leave any fingerprints? Sooner or later somebody
would find out... How could I be so careless? Did I not know myself?
I
walked towards the metro station when I was stopped by a foreign-looking
man. He wanted to know the train schedules but instantly he tried
to sell me the products that he took out from the suitcase in front
of him: flamenco CDs, red chocolate bars, bullfighting paraphernalia
... The dealer talked glibly and blocked me so that I had to study
the items he presented to me.
Undeniably,
some of the products looked tempting. However, I couldn't get over
the suspicion that the man was about to take my money.
