Knock on the door, almost too soft to be heard, and it’s Aleksander from next door. He’s leaving a spare key with us in case of emergency and has brought us a couple of gifts as well - chocolate covered marzipan and a keychain attached to anß amber stone from his home territory in Kaliningrad.
So we get out some smoked pork and cheese and a bottle of single malt and spend the early evening catching up and trading stories.
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