This is when you know
You know you live in South Africa when….
… Well picture this
Kids are playing in the house. You are sitting outside with friends. Your neighbour’s house alarm goes off and after a minute or two it is still going strong. So you phone your neighbour (who is on leave in the Cape) and he had yet to get a call from the security company. You tell him that while he calls them, you will walk around to check it out.
The men walk over to their house, the women still outside chatting. Men come back home and says that someone had broken into the neighbour’s home.
” is someone still in the house? Did they steal anything?” After a “no” and “it doesn’t look like it”, you just continue your conversion.
Men leave to wait for security company. Women, still outside chatting.
This is when you know you are desensitized. Pretty crime means nothing.
Less then 50 meters from where we sat, they broke in through the window. We would have been able to see them if we looked up.
Still, it is nothing to get worked up about. Obviously we didn’t phone the police. Just secured the home as much as we could. Reset the alarm.
Its sad when things like this is just an every day thing. Like watching someone skip the stop street. You barely register.