I was just the other day thinking that it’s a bit weird that literally everyone I know in Barcelona has been robbed or mugged at least once in the last six months. But no one really talks about it anymore. I guess it’s a bit like living in a warzone or with monsoons–you’re so absorbed in rebuilding the family home every 18 months that the reason why ceases to be such a big deal. Still, 80,000 muggings a year in the old town (20,000 more than in the whole of London) points to something being seriously wrong. So, Barcelona… When was the last time you got robbed?
Vice: Have you ever been robbed in Barcelona?
Marta: Yes, a few times. The last time I was drinking a cup of tea in the Raval and they grabbed my bag off the seat beside me.
Did you lose anything valuable?
Not really, but there was something in it that I’ve had since I was little. An amulet that I used to wear when I was a scout.
Oh I’m sorry. Are you tempted to take the law into your own hands?
Up until now no, but maybe if it happens again…
Jordi, 41
Vice: Hello bearded man. I bet nobody’s ever fucked with you.
Jordi: Quite the opposite. I’ve been robbed a few times. Up until last month I was living on the street and making a living playing the guitar.
What did they take?
Four guitars.
Ha ha. No, I’m sorry, so what are you doing now?
Selling handicrafts, ashtrays and stuff.
I suppose that’s safer, no-one would steal this shit. Have you had any problems with the cops?
Sometimes they hassle me, but I’m always laid back about it. I’m sure if I was aggressive back to them they’d take the lot just to get at me.
Marcos, 26
Vice: You look like an easy target. What did they take?
Marcos: My bag, but it didn’t have much in it: a sweater, a scarf, and a library book.
How’d it happen?
It was about seven in the morning. I was walking home, drunk, chatting on my phone. Some guy came up to me and told me to give me his phone. When I said no, he took out a knife and held it to my neck.
What happened then?
I tried to get free and we started fighting. I ended up on the floor and he grabbed my bag and ran off. My face was cut up beneath my ear. It was pretty scary.
Are you going to take to the streets like Charles Bronson in Death Wish?
Who?
Mirko, 25
Vice: So what happened to you?
Mirko: Actually, I’ve never been robbed in Barcelona.
At last, someone who hasn’t fallen for the imaginary football trick.
Although my girfriend did get her bag stolen. It was on our first date.
Were you drunk?
Not really. We were having a meal.
Very romantic. I guess the rest of the date didn’t go too well.
Actually, it did. She was really upset and needed consoling. We’re still together.
















Reader Comments
November 20th, 2009
so that imaginary football trick is quite common?
this is so stupid!!
2 guys wanted to pull that trick on me and my girlfriend when we went home drunk after a party..
even totally wasted I thought that it was totally retarded.
I pushed the guy away and told him to fuck off, guess we were lucky they weren’t really aggressive
November 20th, 2009
Because the “guiris”(north-european people) are in daze
November 20th, 2009
Went on a trip to Madrid and fair amount of our 30 or so group were mugged or affected by the act of mugging! Spain - a haven for robberys.
November 20th, 2009
I have a love-hate relationship with that city. We hitch-hiked from a dirty truck stop on the Spanish border down to Barcelona last summer with this hippie couple in their shitty Ford Transit van. By the time we rocked up in Barcelona we were all so high that we left pretty much everything in the van and stumbled down to the beach. After being kept busy by the local beach folk and beer sellers we finally headed back to the van around 4am to find it had been properly smashed into. Passports, money, cameras, ipods, guitar, everything gone. Fair enough we were fucking stupid for leaving everything in the van. After laughing it off in a drunken state we reported it to the police and crashed out. Two hours later we were woken up again by the police banging on the side of the van.
Harrie: “Fucking hell. What…??”
Policeman: “You’ve been broken into.”
Harrie: “Fuck’s sake. I know, we reported it two hours ago.”
Policeman: “No… you’ve been broken into again” *points to the doors at the back of the van which are now wide open*
Not only had the dirty diegos returned and stolen even more of our stuff but they’d had the audacity to steal the backpack which Harrie was using as a pillow from beneath his head.
To cut a long story short we stayed for another week in Barcelona. Almost every single person we met had a story to tell about being robbed. I heard 75% of all muggings in Europe take place in Barcelona. As for our passports, they turned up a week later about 100 miles south in Taragona. Good fun though.
November 20th, 2009
“I heard 75% of all muggings in Europe take place in Barcelona”
How is that even possible dumbass.
November 20th, 2009
“75% of all muggings in Europe take place in Barcelona”
“How is that even possible dumbass.”
umm…? Perfectly possible mate. Try going there.
November 20th, 2009
A guy tried to mug my mum and dad on the bridge to that big shopping mall on the waterfront. My Dad is nearly seventy, but used to box and he slammed the guy as he tried to take my mums purse.
I was so fucking proud of him.
Barcelona have a special police force that are meant to be dealing with muggings in BCN. It sounds like they aren’t having any impact
November 20th, 2009
Barcelona is the worst city in the world if you go to Barcelona, probably you’ll die hahahah
November 20th, 2009
i was mugged at syringe point after primavera. my friend got mugged twice. Still going back though.
November 20th, 2009
or some reasons, i fucking hate hipsters. here is a brief reason of why.
hipsters are the new yuppies. both are easily categorized commercial sub-cultures whose belief in the importance of their own “uniqueness” really indicates an overwhelming insecurity about their own lack of authenticity.
the interesting thing about both hipsters and yuppies, is that while the subject clearly feels itself to be radically different from its compatriots, to the outside observer, they all look the same. somehow all of the variety produces nothing but the impression of uniformity. the subject typically replies to this by saying that the observer simply isn’t sophisticated enough to appreciate the differences.
the hipsters have taken the conflation of products and identity to a new level, since they are a more recent state in the evolution of american lack of identity,. their commercial aesthetic has incorporated the notion of “marginalization”, and for them this somehow suffices as proof that they are operating against the culture, rather than within it. however, the commercialization of the margin is typically the only way anyone learns about it. it becomes a fetish to be purchased in some way.
for the hipster, inauthenticity is equated with “un-originality”. hence, their quest for authenticity plays out in absurd attempts to demonstrate their own originality in terms of clothing, music, taste in literature, tattoos, bones in their ears, etc. what is lost on the hipsters is that almost all of their search for authenticity takes places in a commercial landscape, or within a location which is clearly circumscribed by a commercial landscape or interest. while this may seem somewhat trite due to the fact that the western human world is essentially a commercial entity nowadays, with the phrase “existence precedes essence” being replaced by “purchasing precedes essence”, the hipsters nevertheless occupy a distinguished place in the modern mess of things.
The particular piece of bad faith on the part of the hipster is that they believe the opposite implication to be true. That is, they believe in their case that their essence determines their purchases, or lack of. Hence the absurd conflation of originality with products, and as such, the devotion to the sorting of products, both commercial and cultural (difference?), with the construction of self.
November 20th, 2009
Dear Anonymous: I really hope you just copied and pasted that from a term paper or adbusters or something. If not, you have way too much time on your hands. I’m way too busy shopping to ever write something that long and angry.
November 20th, 2009
my favorite hipster-defense is when they insist there is no such thing as hipsters and say that anyone who argues such is doing so just because they are insecure with themselves and are mistakenly taking out those negative energies on an apparently non-existent demographic.
November 20th, 2009
while this guy writes a fucking essay on why he dislikes hipsters, they out there getting drunk and fucking cute girls. why you reading vice old man.go suck a dick (no homo)
November 20th, 2009
hahahahahahhahaha
November 20th, 2009
“I heard 75% of all muggings in Europe take place in Barcelona”
I lived there for 3 years and this “statistic” is absolute rubbish. Barcelona is a fucking paradise when it comes to robbery compared to where I come from. The thing is, being so full of rich tourists (and yes, the average northern european is rich by our standards), walking around, feasting their eyes on architecture and tanned chicks that it’s just too easy/rewarding to miss. Understand that if you carry a camera, a map, if you’re blond, if you walk around looking up, if you get drunk and lost and scream gibberish in english around town…then yes, you are a target, and rightly so.
November 20th, 2009
people get mugged cus they look like a faggit!
get some tattoos on your face and shave your head.
and go barcelona and fuck some shit up!
if you get mugged and loose your phone and ipod, you gotta mug someone else and use there phone and ipod., might find some new music and meet some new people!
November 20th, 2009
“might find some new music and meet some new people!”
haha yeah dude
for real ;]]]
i love you
November 21st, 2009
Spain is just such overhyped piece of garbage, I am sorry to say that. I hate places which are hyped over and over. Used to be Prague - you go there and it is a small, boring, slow little town. Then BAM! there goes Barcelona - same shit except for more sun and more modern furniture… but people are all messed up. Spanish people are just a simple, treehuggin’ hippes or incarnation of thereof in ‘counter culture’ of skate, fixed gear or whatever plaid shirts and dreadlocked herd of lazy geezers. Sorrry dude, I do not subscribe to this garbage.
November 22nd, 2009
I lived there for 4 months and two bastards tried to mug me in the first two weeks. Being blond and 6ft 2 i guess i’m a target… The metro is the worst, pick pocketing is RIFE. Bizarrely, i had more trouble there than the following 6 months in Brazil. Still bloody love it. Guess it’s a part of its charm!
November 22nd, 2009
Shit, I went to Barcelona in the summer, none in my group of 12 were robbed. A group of trannies did try to pickpocket me, but they werent counting on my bun bag. I may have looked like a big sunburnt philistine Brit, but at least nothing was knicked.