We were robbed coming back from the airport (another useless pilgrimage to Brussels).
As a start, one guy on a motorbike informed us that our pneumatic was punched. Then another one insisted that we use the services of a 24 hours mechanic. We declined the offer but the truck arrived anyway, the driver looking at us as a vulture.
I left my jacket on the car seat to change the wheel and had the impression of some fancy movement.
Finished the job, we went home, and when I was looking for my jacket, it was gone, together with my Belgian telephone.
Then, revising the happenings, we realised that it was an ambush; that our pneu was punched on purpose and the boys were part of some criminal machinery.