I didn't think much of it until just a few minutes later, I wanted to check the time--and my cell phone was gone from Sergio's front pocket. In all that pushing and shoving, someone had snatched it!
The story wasn't really worth telling until today, when I bought that same cell phone back.
Sergio and I went down to the little black market--booth after booth of "used" and "almost new" cell phones--which, ironically, was guarded by three policeman, I assume so no one comes to *steal* the stolen cell phones.
We perused and negotiated until suddenly Sergio called me over. He had found my original cell phone!! Same blue cover. Same scratches on the screen.
I asked the clerk if it was used or new. "Brand new, never been used," she said. I asked her what the price was. "180 soles." That's 60 soles more than what I originally paid, at the same black market I originally bought it at!
By mentioning that this might be my original cell phone, stolen just last weekend, the price *suddenly* dropped by 60 soles.
When you think about the whole cycle, it's pretty funny. I bought a (probably) stolen cell phone on the black market, which was then stolen from me, and I then bought back.
If I were a better person, I might not have supported this vicious cycle of delinquency the first time, and especially the second.
But then again, I would be out 60 soles twice over. And at least I know where to find my cell next time it gets jacked.