At 4am I woke up to the sound of a mosquito. I thought how was it possible if everything was closed. I looked ahead and saw a boy inside my room, crouched, squatting. At that moment, I shouted "hey! What are you doing?" The boy ran and disappeared. I grabbed my cell phone, turned on the flashlight and went out in my pajamas. I walked to the reception, about 400m, in the dark, no one came out at my shout and I didn't see anyone. I thought how fast the boy had run. It only occurred to me to talk to my friends in Europe via cell phone since the staff at the establishment were not available and there was no one to help me. For the next few hours I couldn't sleep due to shock, anxiety and fear and I kept the light on until daylight. At breakfast, three hours later, I told the establishment staff. They didn't react at all. They blamed the rest of the clients, they accused the clients who slept in the bungalows next door. I explained everything to them. They moved me from a bungalow to one with a decent door and lock. In it I found a huge cockroach, well, it didn't matter. In the previous bungalow nothing worked, neither the lock on the closet nor the lock on the main door and I think that's why that person was able to get in. Based on how the guy who came in at dawn reacted and the reaction of the staff, I'm sure this isn't the first time it's happened. The establishment staff did not believe me. I'm sure that boy lives there. They said that no one came into my room and that the money had been left somewhere else. It was incredible. Apparently, it has happened to other clients and then they found the money. I was in Lembongan just to surf and dive. All paid by card. For this reason, I had the money ready and counted and I only paid for dinners in that same establishment. Therefore, I knew perfectly well how much money I had and where I left my money. My bag and wallet were on the bed, next to me while I slept. I found my wallet open and empty. The day before, before the night when it happened, I arrived at the establishment at 6pm, had dinner at his restaurant, I did not pay for the dinner since I paid for everything at the end of the stay and went to the bungalow to sleep. I didn't do anything else. I knew very well how much money I had and where it was (in my wallet, on the bed, next to me). The days after, the staff never asked me if I was okay, how I felt. Nothing. I only got bad looks and they made me feel like I had done something wrong. It was a very uncomfortable and strange feeling. After two days of not hearing anything from the owner of the establishment and receiving excuses, I asked about him. Apparently he was very busy. I complained and two seconds later he appeared. He didn't believe me either. A man appeared claiming to be a police officer, without uniform. He didn't believe me either. He asked me for the serial number of each billet that had been stolen from me. Hahahaha everything, absurd and m
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