Come Back ?!

Not really...

My dear Family and friends. This is so unbelievable embarrassing that I thought about never telling this story and just live with the loss.

It's one of those things you always smile about when you read them somewhere and you think "Oh my god, how can you seriously be so silly and stupid?!"

I guess I will never ever do that again....

Yes you got it, I will never receive the iPhone I bought proudly on Friday, bragging with it.

I found the seller - of course - in the internet. He had a great looking website, with a lot of information, how long he is selling them, reviews, how the payment works, how secure it is and so on.
I contacted him via e-mail and then I gave him my cellphone number. He called me and he asked me for my address, chatted a little with me why my name is spelled without an "e" at the end. He made me feel extremely comfortable.
Then he explained me again how the payment is working. Its called moneypak

Moneypak is like a prepaid card. You can buy it in a lot of stores like CVS or RadioShack. You basically transfer physically money into electronic money. The money is now on your card, which has a 11 digit security code on it. With that code you can access the money.
I called him again to tell him that I bought the card.

The deal was supposed to be like this: he sends me the iPhone and I should put the card into the envelope which he will send with the iPhone and send it back to him, that he can access the money.

To make sure that I have such a card he asked me for the last 7 digits of the card number. And I thought "sure where is the problem, since he doesn't have the whole code?"

Today I know that the first 4 digits are all the same on every card.
Now you can start laughing at me.

I mean now everything is clear. I feel like the most stupid person in the world.
Because: 505$ is the maximum you can put on moneypak, why the hell does he even need one damn digit of the shitty security code and why for gods sake did I really did it.

The worst thing is, that I can't do anything to get that money back. Even if I knew who that guy is and where he lives. I have no prove that he has my money. I have no evidence at ALL.


The person I feel so unbelievable sorry for, is my godmother. This iPhone was a present from her to me. I feel like a little child you can't rely on, who is not responsible enough to be allowed to have money.
Ursula, ich hoffe wirklich dass ich dich persoenlich erreiche, bevor du es hier liest. Ich kann dir gar nicht sagen, wie schrecklich peinlich mir das ist und wie leid es mir tut. Aber ich hab daraus gelernt.

Alright guys, spread the news...