We Are All Criminals

I remember a close friend from high school who would shoplift from the co-op (koperasi, our convenient store) – buns, chocolates, and milk. Yes, food.

Maybe I did that too, once or twice and that was probably just one of my quests to impress her. If not for that purpose (impressing her), I probably wouldn’t. We already had five meals daily provided at the dining hall, and the fact that I didn’t really eat so much (I still don’t) I can survive 24 hours with just biscuits and water. My point is, nothing was so desperate that needed me to shoplift for food at that time.