Hmmm.
A lot happened at the chalet.
Some people broke in through the back door and stole some money and an iPod Touch. Then, for whatever reason, they mixed up our valuables and placed them in different bags or, in my case, different compartments. I panicked at first, when my phone was gone from my bag's main compartment, but then I found it later in the front. Along with that, I found my conductor's camera.
The police were involved, too. Apparently, the people broke in during our walk. The air smelt of fear for a few hours. Everybody was either silent or discussing the break-in in whispered tones. I sat quietly, thinking about the whole thing; Were they desperate for money? Why didn't they take the big notes and other valuables? Did it give them sick pleasure to misplace our valuables, just to give us a jolt of fear, or did they do it unintentionally?
Life is so unpredictable.
Daylight found us hand in hand, a tired smile upon his face. It was the most surreal picture. It's something I'm still trying to comprehend.
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