I find the pick-up notice on the door. It seems that when the postman came, I didn't realize! Any way, I check the working hours of the post office on the net to make sure it works on Saturdays. I walk to the post office, and it is like 30 minutes walk in -20 degrees weather! I am freezing!
I’m at the post office; I have to stand in line for a couple of minutes, hypothesizing about what the parcel can be. It is strange. The only thing I'm expecting these days is the police certificate from
I am in my office, taking off my coat and preparing myself for the moment. Let’s open it. A hat and a scarf, a coarse-grained weave, wooly, grayish. Man, it’s beautiful. Ok, let’s examine it. The first thing crosses my mind is to smell it.
Oh boy! It is killing me! It brings all those glorious moments to my mind. Now, it’s something very special. I have lived with this smell. It has crossed continents and oceans to bring me a smell of those great days I’ve had with you.
In the way back home, it is even colder, but who cares!


