Someone broke into my home yesterday ...

And I have to idea how to react. It's weird. I'm angry, kind of anxious, but I'm also laughing my ass off at the thought. It's so bizarre.

Yesterday - it's almost precisely 24 hours ago, in fact - a group of thugs tried to get into our apartment, saying that the owner of the apartment had invited them. The owner (my boyfriend) said that there was no way in hell someone like them would ever be invited, and please get out before we hurt you.

I went out to help get them out, and someone must have walked through the kitchen and into my bedroom while we were busy telling these idiots to kindly fuck off.

My boyfriend went into the bedroom 10 minutes later, finding one of them standing in there, just smoking a cigarette. We threw him out. Peace, finally. Right?

No. When I went to get my pack of cigarettes half an hour later, the door was locked. From the inside. The key was still in the lock, so I had to go to the living room and enter from that door.

And my laptops were gone. All four of them. My waterpibe was gone. My corset was gone. My headset was gone. My wallet, but there was no money in it, only a maxed out credit card and an old photo of my dad. A couple of my apples were gone, too. They had gone through every drawer, every basket, everything. They even looked under the matress and in the drawer where I keep stuff like old tickets, gloves, and gum.

The thing is, that every single thing they took is worth ... nothing. Nothing at all. None of those laptops worked. The waterpibe had been broken for at least a year. The headsets will never be able to transfer sound again, and besides, they were dirt-cheap.

I don't get thieves. They locked the door. That gave them at least 10 minutes to take what they wanted. Sure, I understand the laptops. Those could have been worth something. But a waterpibe? A corset? Two apples?

I guess there's a silver lining to everything. I don't need to take out the trash, as these people already did that for me.

TL;DR: the thugs were I live are retarded.

I think I could almost forgive them if it was just a random group of burglars that needed money for ... something. But I know it's not. It's not the first time they have caused me problems. They shout at me every time I go outside. They tried to break my windows by throwing rocks. They threw a beer bottle at my boyfriend and it almost hit him. They call os Nazis and racists, just because our skin is white.

I'm so tired right now. They just started shouting again, right outside by the parking lot, because I didn't want to give them their ball back, after they tried to break my window (again) by kicking it up here again and again and again.

I still haven't heard anything from the police. That's not normal procedure, is it? Just ignoring it? I mean, we were here when they broke in. It wasn't just a random break in. I think this is quite serious.

I talked to the police again last friday. They still can't do anything, as they have no evidence. They say they're sorry and that they're doing everything they can, but that's just not good enough. Apparently it's not enough that these people are going around bragging about all the break ins they've done the last month. They have to catch them in the act, and they were so close to doing that when they broke into the empty apartment below us. But since they got out before the police arrived, nothing could be done, even though they were just standing at the parking lot, laughing at the police and asking each other if they should beat them or not.

I live in the second biggest ghetto in Denmark, and I think that's part of the problem. The police just doesn't get involved - everyone is someones cousin, and they're all doing their best to watch over each other so no one gets caught. It's gotten so bad that the owner of the apartment blocks are beginning to just throw people out (and ban them from ever living here again) as soon as something happens - not only the person who did something wrong, but the whole family. It's not fair, no, but it works.

I know these people wants us to move. We stick out like a sore thumb, and they see that as a huge problem - suddenly there's someone new around here, who actually calls the police every time they bomb a car. I guess I'll have to wait this one out. I figure that their break ins will go wrong at some point, since they have no clue what they're doing. They're just kids - about 16 years old.

But, hey, at least the police has enforced that there must always be officers patrolling out here, at all times.

About the harrasment-thing; yeah, I know, and I'll keep trying. But it's so damn hard to do anything about things like this in Denmark. I can't even do anything about my creepy ex-boyfriend, and he's been sending me death threats for seven years now.

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Originally Posted by Mabelle 

Oh my god, I'm so sorry about the terrible living situation youve found yourself in. 

It's not possible to move is it?

No, I don't have the money to move right now. And honestly, I don't want to either. That would be like letting them win, you know? 

Things have calmed down a lot lately, although I did notice that someone tried to break our mailbox. I don't know why. They're welcome to steal my letters, they're not interesting, and really, they will be sorely disappointed if they steal my identity. I'm in debt to my neck and, well, deemed unfit for pretty much anything because if mental issues.

I think it has something to do with one of my neighbours. He promised me to keep an eye out for them, and I know he has beaten up people before for trying to break my windows with rocks. At least he tries to protect us.