My friend from New Zealand has been taken to jail.

I met the energetic New Zealander at church when we first arrived. Susan's husband is a university prof and she came with him for his six month sabbatical. We made fast friends and were soon spending our days biking over all Amsterdam, taking day trips to small towns where witches used to be weighed in true Monty Python and the Holy Grail fashion and the like. (I have, incidentally, been certified as not-a-witch).
We bought our bikes together from another church friend who managed a "stitching" (a nonprofit organization and *not* a quilting club as I was at first wont to think) that receives unclaimed bikes from the police and employs refugees and excons to repair and resell them. All above board.
It is due to one of these all-above-board bikes that Susan was arrested.
She was biking her merry through Amsterdam when a cop stops a few feet beside her, eyes her up and down, enters something on his handheld thingamajig and then promptly arrests her.
Apparently her particular bike had been reported stolen and there was some kind of identifying code on the frame that declared as much.

Erm, have to run -- am off to play video games WITH MY BRAIN!!!

...realize further explanation and conclusion of friend-in-prison-story are needed. Both are forthcoming, I assure you!