Someone stole the bike I’d bought with months of savings
Someone stole the bike I’d bought with months of savings
Original Italian text translated into English
Original Italian text translated into English
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Hi, my name is Vincenzo and I live in the ugliest city in Italy. My uncle had recently lent me an electric bike to help me ‘get by’ in the city I’d moved to for work – a job I’ve since quit because of exploitation. I don’t have the money to pay him back for the bike; I feel awful, really awful. Not just because of the burglary at my home, but because the bike wasn’t mine and I can’t afford to buy a new one. I’m unemployed, I live in a modest family with mortgages to pay. I know that to some I might seem a bit cheeky asking for money for a bike, but it means a lot to me. Not so much for the bike itself, but because I’m disappointed, angry and heartbroken. I had to ask him for the bike because I don’t have the money to buy one. I’m here to tell you the truth; I thank anyone who helps me.
