I say that because it is the easiest place where a finder can easily disappear with your documents and your money.
This summer, however, I discovered, despite my prejudices, that there are still good people.
I had indeed lost my wallet. I didn’t know if I had dropped it or if it had been taken. I went to the lost property office at the station and they knew nothing. Then I went to file a report to at least cancel the bank cards and documents and save myself any trouble.
After a few days, when I had already forgotten about it, they wrote me a letter from the lost property office telling me that they had my wallet. Someone had taken it there.
When I picked it up, to my surprise, I realised that neither the documents, nor the cards, nor the money had been taken! I saved myself a lot of paperwork, some money, and a lot of trouble.
Sometimes it takes something apparently bad to make you realise that there are still good people out there.