Today I watched a documentary on
pick-pocketing. Yes, the theft kind. I didn’t watch it to learn, I didn’t have
any educational intention when I clicked on the suggested clip after
watching a recorded live performance by the Beatles. And I enjoyed it a lot. It
struck an interesting string of thoughts in my head. Imagination is a funny thing.
It was about this guy who’s
apparently famous in Las Vegas. His job is to entertain and rob people on
stage. He shakes their hands and takes their watches, he asks them questions and
shows them their wallets before they answer. Now, in the documentary he goes to
Napoli to catch the guy who had taken cash out of his front pocket a lot time
ago.
I found it interesting, because he
lets himself being pickpocketed. Then he catches the thief, reveals his
identity, and then together they go get coffee. So, at the end he finally finds
the guy and becomes his half-criminal friend. And I was also intrigued by the
silent techniques, the tricks and schemes. But there was another string of thought,
too.
Another reason I kept watching it
was that it made me sympathize with the thieves. In mini interviews the guys
first tell you about their routine, and the next moment they tell you very
earnestly that they hate what they do. They don’t do it in Vegas like the
American hero, but in the streets of reality. They do it to real people, who
really hate them.
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