The wind further brought down the temperature as we got out of the second level of Fiumicino Airport, after an 11 hour flight from Manila to Frankfurt and 2 hours to Rome, to take the train to Roma Termini. As we dragged our luggage to the carroza towards the end of the train to evade the bulk of waiting passengers, few passengers with seemingly same intent joined us. I found myself behind a lady who was first in the queue. There was an unnecessary rush when the carroza door opened.A young man slipped before me and held the other end of my heavy luggage, another behind me where Didi was following. Two men inside were blocking the narrow entrance which left hardly any space for me to squeeze in. I noticed the man holding my luggage nudging at somebody behind my back but ignored it since there was already space to put down my luggage. As we got into the first cubicle by the door, Didi pointed to me a clean shaven Arab looking man in synthetic leather tan jacket walking nonchalantly toward the front; Didi caught the guy's hand dipped in his pant’s back pocket where his wallet was. Jokingly I commented that he was just feeling his butt. I checked my shoulder bag and found the flap unzipped. The books on learning the Italian language were still there; buon giorno uomo!