(aka: My friends watch too many crime documentaries)
This one is… dramatic. And extremely entertaining. Whenever I travel, at least one friend comes up with a scenario so over-the-top that even Marvel Studios would say: “Calm down.”
Their theory goes like this:
“What if you fly to Switzerland for your short trip… and when you return, Amine has emptied your apartment, sold your dog, and vanished into the villain-capital of Gafsa?”
Honestly, if that ever happened, it would be such an apocalyptic shock that even I would need a moment to reboot my personality.
But let’s look at this with actual logic.
Probability of this scenario being true: maybe 0.5 to 2 percent. Basically impossible, but not mathematically zero, because life loves plot twists.
Here’s why it makes no sense:
– Amine has a life. A real one. Friends, routines, work, responsibilities.
To pull off a grand heist like this, he’d have to abandon everything. Why would he do that?
– He would need to be a world-class mastermind.
Not just “good at talking,” but a full-on criminal architect with long-term planning skills worthy of a Netflix documentary.
– Plus: he would need to fake having a heart. And I genuinely don’t think he is faking that.
I actually believe he wants to be good. I don’t have a logical proof for that — it’s intuition. But it’s a strong one.
– And let’s be realistic: Tunisia is not a country where you just “sell a random dog” and disappear into the shadows like a cartoon villain. Real life doesn’t work like that.
Now to the emotional core of it:
I do trust him in this specific sense.
Not 100 percent. Not 0 percent.
Because in reality, nothing is ever 100 or 0.
But this scenario is so unlikely that if the Infinite Improbability Drive suddenly turned me into a sunflower while time-traveling into 1976, I’d still think that outcome was more plausible than Amine executing a full-scale supervillain heist on my apartment.
This theory belongs in the same category as:
“What if dolphins can secretly read your tax documents?”
Funny.
Ridiculous.
And entertaining to imagine — but not something I lose sleep over.