It's 2:00 am and my poor housemate, Malte, just got let out of jail. He was picked up in front of our house a few hours ago by the police because he had forgotten his key and was ringing our doorbell. They beat him to the ground, handcuffed him and threw him in the cell with all types of criminals. He didn't know any numbers to call since he's new to the country and didn't know his rights. Thankfully he was released and was able to come back to ring again - this time, long enough to wake us up.
It's a little scary really. Just earlier this week, we had a man ringing our bell and trying to get money or get in, but nothing was to be done but close the door. (note: all houses have gated stoops that provide a two-part locking system, where you can answer the door and still be locked safely away.) There was nothing to do about it, the police don't come unless they are persistent since the problem is so frequent. And yet, here they were to arrest an innocent person and drag him away.
I'm just so glad he was able to come home.
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Update on the situation. A drunk student broke the glass on a door two houses down from us about the same time and it caused the alarm to go off. When they arrived and picked up the other student, they suspected Malte of being an accomplice. Oh the craziness of living with boys.
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