Yesterday I noted with regret that on 1 February is also the first day of my last month here is broken in Sibiu. I feel like it, appreciate every single one of these days in a special way, be it by me little helpful gestures like today at the post office hold on: a man, a disabled person, helped me out with a carpet knife and also with his German, as I wanted to send a registered letter. A young woman told me it would take with her a long time. And an elderly woman put her coins with their eyes on the amount before the filing, the I had to pay because they learned that I just can not understand Romanian called number.
I write the city, as I meet in everyday life. How they met me, I watch her on their house walls. How this friendly face that is owed to the erosion, on a wall in the Strada Tribunei, a face that (a) produces W / further (you just look carefully).
© Andra Jöckle
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