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Goodbye London, violent city.

happens so unexpectedly, like many things in the big city. It's a typical day, one weekend we decided, as usual, meet with whom we want and who we want. May is almost over and until it reaches the next month the state of finances will not improve, although this improvement did not have much to do with credit crunch and other scary predictions of the bag.

suddenly desisted friends and I play to be theoretical in the global economy, we just want to see us, talk, now that summer is still a promise in the British Isles, because after a few days of sun, The panorama has become winter and rainy.

is looking for a place set up camp, make time for a coffee and a wedge cake that almost put an end to the reserves of the purse. Unfortunately, they are closing at the Tate Modern and meeting, even briefly, has to move from the stage. What to do? Someone suggested the Royal Festival Hall and recently opened its huge lobby, newly furnished, spacious domain where, fortunately, you do not eat, no action shall be verified to why this city is among the highest in the world.

Once there the traditional siege organize a table large enough to accommodate six. Within minutes the concert starts the main hall and the huge room full of activity. Appears Finally, the table. Now we chat, we comment on this movie we have not gone to see, we look from time to time in the corners or at the windows, thinking about the need for a better afternoon for a walk along the south bank of the Thames.

And right there, while planning another group outing, someone notices that her bag is not where he left off, here at the ground between his legs.

The action then switches to a quick search, ignored the obvious, you think of all the places we've been. Tours mentally, the journey ends quickly. The certainty is overwhelming: They have stolen the bag.

We report the safety of the building, the police, you have to cancel bank cards, ask for directions. Just now the day was dull and even boring, as of now is synonymous with sorrow. This Sunday will be one either. And in our particular memory is marked as the day we discovered that in addition to vast, peculiar and sometimes living, London is also a violent city.