Morning of April 20, robbed at my own apartment while sleeping. Robber robbed through an open window (must have a contraption)
At first you feel stupid, then necessity strikes in: you must block all the cards, try to retrieve same cellphone numbers (now possible even with prepaid), but now, weeks after, how does it feel to have two cellphones, wallet with cash and all the important cards in it, Leatherman with maximum sentimental value robbed from you? It's still depressing. I dont think anyone gets over it fully.
