If you missed my last post called: Life Lately – Carless and Covid, I’d suggest you give it a read and then come back, to this post.
In a nutshell, our car was stolen in broad daylight in Athens, on the 15 July 2021. It really felt like a sucker punch. It cut us off at the knees and you’ve read why regarding the financial burden with the insurance not paying out for 3 months, the rental cars being exorbitant and of course, everything that we lost inside the car.
We did A LOT of praying. Praying that my family gets through Covid safely and praying for the return of our car.
God is Good. So are the Greek Police.
On Saturday morning, the 24th of July 2021, Sox got a call from a cellphone number. It was a policeman saying they had found our car. I was changing a nappy, when Sox shouted out from the lounge: “Bailey! Come quick!”
On rushing through, Sox was wide eyed and said: “They found it. They found our car!”
We both just hugged each other so hard and said a prayer of thanks right there in that moment.
This is what happened: Sox got the call from a cellphone number. It was a policeman saying that they had found our car, an hour away from where it had been stolen. Weirdly, the car was locked, so the police were guarding it and asked us to send our key, so they could take the car back to the police station. Problem is, we are in Quarantine for Covid. The cop then suggested we send our key, via a taxi.
Perhaps it’s our SA street smart nature, but Sox asked: How do I know you’re a policeman?
Not a bad question to ask, considering it’s a call from a cellphone number, from a complete stranger.
The cop did a video call with Sox, with him and his partner, both in uniform, with their police car. Still, we wanted to make double sure… Sox called a friend, who happens to be a policeman in Rhodes. He told us to call the police station to verify the cops and also check that this situation was happening. It turned out to be legit, and we arranged an Uber to take the car key to them.
At this stage we had so many questions. How was the car locked? How did they find it? Was it damaged? Were they going to lie in wait, to see if someone came back to the car? Was all our stuff still inside? Most importantly the sentimental item that wouldn’t be able to be replaced – the religious icon, Sox received when he was 18 from his Dad, who is no longer with us. It’s been in every car Sox has ever owned.
The cops called to say they received the key and were taking the car into custody and that once our quarantine was finished, we could collect it. They told us everything inside was gone, but one car seat.
Sox went yesterday, by train and then by taxi to get to the police station. The car is slightly damaged. Both bumpers are scratched and dented (not too badly though) and the window rubber is damaged, where they got into the car.
Every thing has been stolen out of the car
- 1 x Pram
- 1 x car seat and base
- Alexi’s sentimental sleep elephant
- 1 Camp Cot
- Shopping bags
- Beach towels and sunscreen
- All the beach toys
- A blow up floaty that Alexi sits in
- The magnet holder for the phone
- Phone chargers
- 2 pairs of sunglasses
- Sox’s international drivers license
- Even the mats of the car
What they left behind was the car seat and isofix base, that they obviously didn’t know how to take out.
The Religious Icon from Sox’s Dad. Goosebumps. An absolute miracle.
They literally cleaned the car out of everything that was removable, except that icon. INCREDIBLE.
So, we are filled with relief, gratitude, faith and a restored love for Greece. I can’t lie – what happened left a bitter taste in my mouth and really knocked us, so when the police called 10 days later with the good news, it made me appreciate this country more.
I received so many beautiful, heart felt messages on social media and the previous blog post itself, and I really appreciate your inpouring of love. Thank you!