One of the things I tell people about the difference between South Africa and Bosnia is the fact that it is so much more secure here. The crime situation in South Africa is quite bad, and I do have to switch on my security brain when I go back to South Africa. So, it is definitely the definition of ironic that I have had not only my car, but also my bicycle stolen here in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Both from behind a fence.
We were away at camp when my landlady called to tell me that my car had been taken during the night. When we went to report it stolen, the detective literally laughed when he heard that it was a Peugeot 206. He told us he had been working in car theft for 10 years, and this was the first stolen Peugeot he was dealing with. He knew for sure that it was some sort of inside job, because no one in their right mind would steal a Peugeot, let alone from behind a fence!
He asked us who had access to the key and who knew we were away. My mechanic had had access to the key, and he had called me when we were on the way to camp so knew we were gone. They brought him in for questioning.
It turned out that my mechanic was heavily in debt to his loan shark and so gave him access to make a copy of the key and gave my address and then told him we were out of town. In the end the loan shark was found guilty of the car theft, and my mechanic who was from Montenegro skipped town and never came back.
The Lord provided for my housemate/colleague to buy a car, and we managed to make that work for a while, but after a few years it became clear that I needed to get my own car. Ljilja was looking to sell hers and so I offered to buy it off her. Unfortunately, the first time I drove it anywhere it blew its gasket on the highway in Croatia on a SUNDAY leaving me stranded on the way to a conference in Hungary.
But God was so faithful, I got taken to a great little hotel and the manager helped me get the car to the mechanic the next day. And others coming from Bosnia to the conference were heading right passed me, so they picked me up, which was good as I was the one running the whole conference. The organising team did well without me, but they were happy to see me once I got there!
However, when we got the estimate from the Croatian mechanic, it was about what the car was worth to fix it. Luckily, Ljilja organised for our (new!) mechanic in Bosnia to go and collect it from Croatia and fix it at 1/5 (yes, 1/5!!) of the price. But from then on it kept giving issues. Never buy cars from friends! Ljilja felt so guilty.
After years of lugging it to different mechanics, and none of them able to figure out what was wrong I realised that I was done with it, and really needed a car that was more reliable. Here the second-hand car market is a complete rip-off and so I was really praying for enough money for a new car which would be under warranty.
Ironically, after I had made that decision, I managed to find a mechanic that could fix my old car, so I got a decent price for it in the end. And then others gave me donations specifically towards me buying a car! And guess what I ended up buying – another Peugeot, this time a 208! It really felt like things came full circle. God was faithful to provide for me a NEW version of the car that was stolen. Now, hopefully for a few years, the only mechanics I will need are the ones who do the service for my car!
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| Nala - which means "gift" |
This is part 17 of a series of 20 short stories
to celebrate 20 years of God's faithfulness to me in Bosnia and Herzegovina. On
the 16th of January 2021, it will be 20 years since I arrived in the country
"for 2 years". I hope you will enjoy hearing some of the ways that
God has shown me that He is faithful over the past 20 years!