WANTED! (2)

This happened after Carlo, Alberto, Mariella and I left Giulia's house (see other post). We got to my poor stickered Jean Jacques (I told you to read the other post!) and, while we were laughing like hell thinking about the moron that goes around at midnight placing stickers, a police car stops in front of us. I was already cursing all saints in heaven and politicians in hell because I thought that the bastard who put the sticker on Jean Jacques had called the police to punish me of my unforgivable crime, when a policeman, very nicely, barks at Carlo telling him to take his hands out of his pockets, while another policeman tells something similar to Alberto. After some miscommunication caused by our poor proficiency of the German language, the policeman eventually tells us (in English) that 2 guys with a black jacket had been seen destroying a geld automat (an ATM) and requests, still extremely kindly, that Carlo and Alberto give him their ID cards. Yes, you are not color blind: the 2 guys had black jackets, and now look at the color of Alberto's coat. Whatever. Then they jump into the car and off they go, carrying our criminals' ID cards with them. For the next few seconds, we stare at each others like a group of cows watching a train pass by. After we recover from the shock, we start wondering: is it normal, in this country, that 2 guys that destroy a geld automat then stroll merrily on the same street with 2 girls,singing the song from Profondo Rosso? And where the hell did Alberto put his black coat? And, especially, where the hell did we put the money???? Oh, the policemen are coming back! No, wait, they just went straight. Where are the ID cards?? After the second time that they pass in front of us without stopping, we figure out that, being sooo intelligent, perhaps they simply don't see us. We see them coming for a third time and we start waving our hands like mad. Finally they stop, say that we are OK and give the ID cards back. Sorry, it was a mistake? Forget it. It's perfectly normal and essentially right that you can get stopped in the middle of the street at night, your ID card is taken away and you have to stay there like an idiot while they go up and down with the car. Yes, you are a good citizen and this is what is expected of you. So forget that we tell you sorry, we have nothing, I mean, n-o-t-h-i-n-g to apologize for. Whatever. We take the car and I bring Carlo and Mariella home. At a traffic light, we see our favorite policemen taking people out of a car. Guess what? They didn't look exactly German, more like Turkish, in this nice white BMW with an Offenbach licence plate. Because, again, around half an hour after destroying the geld automat, these genius criminals were at less than 5 minutes by car from the place where they committed the crime. Whatever. I am speechless (and this, coming from me, is truly exceptional).