In all the cities and in all the countries, I have never seen so many pick pocketers. You can spot them from a block away, scheming. It sounds ridiculous, but if you look, you can spot the signals. And they think they are being so sly.
It was hard to sketch because of this. Its easier to spot the pick pocketers when your moving. They are the ones who are sizing everyone up as they walk past. It’s much easier for them to do what they do best when you’re sitting down, concentrating on something. Whenever I sat down to sketch, I could feel the bull’s-eye on my back.
Its not like they are seasoned criminals well into their age. They are little children no more than 13. Young enough to still give you the ‘sad eyes’ as they beg for change. If they get close enough, they will try to steal it instead.
A young girl who must have been no more than 8 came up to me begging for money. She insisted it was for food and water. I told her to go get a cup and I would give her some water. She quickly turned me down asking for money for food. Slowly though this conversation, she inched closer. A young man, mid 20’s came up. He asked if I spoke Greek, then proceeded to tell me she’s going to steal from me. He shooed her away and she was off to beg someone else.
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.