PICKPOCKET

It's 2.32 pm at Alexanderplatz.
Lots of people, lots of tourists.
I'm not specialised.
Anyone who makes the slightest mistake
and gets into my search field is lost.
A woman with a big bright red bag is in a hurry and quickly throws her
Portmoinee quickly into the bag.
I am immediately behind her, next to her
and observe the surroundings.
I am now highly focussed, an artist on the tightrope,
Just don't make any mistakes!
There, another job: an older man and his wife. They both seem a bit scatterbrained and he is taking photos of Berlin posters and then slips his mobile phone into his open coat pocket.
I follow the couple into the underground. There are very few people in the carriage. I sit down close to his coat pocket and wait for the right second. Shortly before the next stop, he moves a little and I attack.
My role model is Cassius Clay, quick attack and back!
I'm out in a flash, I'm too fast for this man.
After a few seconds, I disappear into the crowd.
BERLIN IS IDEAL!
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You know, I have a wife and two children and children cost money and my Laura needs a fancy dress too.
It's a wonderful day, I'm going straight home and taking my wife to a top_restaurant.