Who in the 5th Floor without elevator resides, but chickened out in many ways. You get an amazing view and no tap-dancing top tenants, but shopping and things like that do with your own body weight for the first time together 165 steps up to be towed. The thinking apparently our DHL parcel delivery service. So, rather than once across to etch through the stairwell, he rings the first place, but our programs are from somewhere in the neighborhood. And somewhere in "literally. In an average street in Berlin, which has only five-story building (plus front, rear and cross-building), the possibilities are endless. "But the packet man throws for No card? "may now be one or the other question. From time to time already. It is, however, also depends what he has written on the card. figured out until I had of who Mrs. W. (namely the owner of the lottery shop up the road), my pack is already almost over on the way back to the sender. "Lotto Laden" would have been too easy. Sometimes he throws and even a map, to make it more exciting. At some point I'll get it out yet that my package was delivered long ago and to whom ... but unfortunately I can not even the friendly woman from DHL service to tell where the live or the one.
After the parcel carrier on a Friday night again without ringing a much given needed Made in the neighborhood had (in the only shop that Saturday does not have open, we need the contents of the package, unfortunately, necessarily this weekend), I was so angry that I finally got the complaint hotline my overflowing heart to.
A few days later a shipment came for us. I may be wrong, but can it really be a coincidence that the DHL man this time gave the packet to the neighbors, in the 5th Stock on the other side of the house live? After I downloaded about three days, five floors up, was run down again and up again (at different times of day, there was no one there), I finally gave up and threw the invisible neighbors a Note in the mailbox: "I've tried, I can not simply make the package, what you want.."
Sun Now I have to go, however, collect my mail from Mr. Z.. After much research I found out that he is the owner of the bookstore next door, which, however, with a completely different name. "Books" would have been too easy.
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