It was a nice evening in London. On the 26 th of July I was on my way to the hotel around 6:00. I heard someone calling " please, one moment ". I looked at the direction where the shout came from. I think it was a blue BMW X3. There sat a black haired white guy between 40 and 50 years I guess. I went over to him. He started talking in a mixture of Italian and English. He were representative of a fashion company. They had a show in London and he had some remaining samples of Emporio, each worth more than one 1000 Pounds. He had lost more than 4000 Pounds in a casino and now he had no money to fill his tank for the way back to Italy. He didnt want to draw with card, because he was afraid of his wife. He told me he could give me two leather jackets for whatever I might give him. I had only 30 Pounds and 30 in my wallet. He said that wasnt enough. The jacket looked truly pretty nice, the left wheeled car very tidy inside and the guy himself nicely dressed and well shaved. He spoke sincerely and despite broken english very convincing. I told him we can go to a petr station and I will fill the tank for him paying with card and then he can have my bank number and transfere the money. He refused and said in an honest, emotional way NO. That made me feel respect and a little trust. We drove then to a HSBC bank. On the way he told me that he had chosen me, because the clothes would fit me. I pulled 150 Pounds, went back and gave him 100 Pounds, he said no and he did mean 130 pounds. This arose suspect. I said OK no problem and gave more 30 Pounds. Then he said he has another leather jacket and would sell it also. So I wanted to give him the 20, he demanded more. Right now I was not willing to help any more and told him very quietly OK, yes but give now firstly the Euros back, he handed them over. I told him also the 130 Pounds. Now he became very frightened and gave me the third jacket saing very apolopgically " no please my friend. You are now very angry. I was very tired because I stayed up the night bevore very lately in the theatre. I wasnt even able to remember the european licence plate number (B2...?). To his credit his refusal of my proposal of transferring money and the three jackets look very nice and might worth the 130 Pounds, but at last it was a fraud I was very saddens of misusing my goodness and willing to help. He wrote to me a tel. Nr. And a long hardly pronouncable name.
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