The bicycles and motor-less grass cutter were delivered silently in the night and coated with a thin powder of pollen by the time we looked out to see them, scattered over the yard, in the morning.
After some dithering about where our brevlåda should stand (“We do not go down your road… ever!”), we pulled up the stake and tried again and have received a “very OK!” from the postal delivery woman and we’re in the mail business. This helps me feel connected, where the internet is out of reach. And A. riding a bicycle down the gravel road and carrying a sledgehammer before lunch: unforgettable.
Thursday to Stockholm by bus. Checklist for the capital: visa extension, sourdough starter, more sandals from Roberta.