“Crime”, (Rising, Accelerating, Exploding)?
I lived in and worked in Australia for many decades.
I got robbed a total of three times there.
I’ve been living in Bali now for ~25 years. Been robbed three times (twice in Sanur, once in Kuta).
Got “home invaded” in Sanur about 12 years ago. Fortunately asleep but lost $3,000 in stolen goods (laptop, camera, hard drives, smartphone, acoustic guitar, a pair of sandals). When we woke up, my wife asked me where the laptop was. Gone!
What to do? Go to the police. A police guy at reception asked me why I was bare footed. Yeah – it’s like this. Just been robbed and the thieves took my footwear. Twenty minutes later, “action”. Three or four cops and a “top detective” had to follow me to the scene of the crime. (Didn’t know where my place was even though I’d been reporting my presence to them for years.)
Arrive at the “scene”.
Aha, says one. That window down there has been prised open. Case closed. Not quite. Detective Colombo’s been standing out the front shaking his head in wonderment/disinterest. He’s told by his staff they can’t get fingerprints off the prised window. Case closed? Nope. My wife and I have to go back to the police station to make “a report”. Two of them. One section first and the really serious one next. Took hours and packets of cigarettes to try and push things along
This house has two floors. None of the “investigators” went upstairs.
We did, when we finally got back hours later.
There was some blood on the upstairs balcony. The thieves had climbed over a wall from a property behind us, jumped from there to the nearest roof (ours), probably injured by some spiky plants along the way (blood?), gave up, went back down (on our side of the wall), and prised “the ground floor window”. Something like that. The thieves left one of my sandals on the front gate. (Should I wear one or no sandals to the police station to report the crime? I don’t drive an automatic car so one would be OK. Or maybe a long bamboo back scratcher.)
Do I have a point?
You can have all the signs you like to deter invaders. “We’re all COV-19 in here, stay away”. “You’re being watched from our CCTV cameras”. “Come in here and you’ll go away cursed forever.” “Let’s talk about this first.” “Beware of live cobras”. “Be careful where you step here: Land mines” “Hukum karma zone”. “We’ll tell your wife/wives.” “The devil’s thinking of leaving. Send him an SMS”..
Dogs and security guards are OK, up to a point.
Dogs might be drugged over your wall/entrance, and security guards could be asleep before “the action” they’re supposed to be watching out for.
And what about “invisible enemies”, like COV-19, and hopefully not COV-20?
So far, the 19 version won’t steal your smart TV from under you. (Could it infect it somehow?).
Some Background:
I was born in postwar Europe (1946). Five years later we were sent to Australia as “displaced persons”). I was dragged up there and 1950s Australia wasn’t exactly some kind of instant Nirvana.
Many people were wonderful, but many weren’t (the morons, idiots, “yobbos”, etc).
Many of the latter believed we were all either Nazis or Communists. And not “true blue Ozzies”.
Red neck unfriendly types would throw rocks at me on my way to school, because I talked funny, and they couldn’t pronounce my name properly. Going back “home”, (after we were no longer stuck in holding camps), wasn’t easier.
Years later, junior high school was much better, but, there would still be times when boof-heads would wait for me after school to get me. By then, I had some street fighting ability and standing up without backing down to them, yelling some alien warning worked because they left me alone. Maybe they were only 98% stupid after all. Had no problems in a selective senior high school later (we were “selected” supposedly on the basis of our intelligence).