Thinking of former times. You go to the staple take the horse you love most and then a long, long ride to the post station ;o))))In gold old germany at that times Christel from post blews her horn and all the citizins of a village came and took their letters. So everybody allways knows everything about everybody. Today i come home the bills lay on the floor, because our post entrance is like a hole in the entrance door.
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