Postcards

I wanted to send postcards to some of those dear to me...whose address i happened to have with me in Georgia. It was surprisingly difficult to find postcards, since both my hotel and the university were in a newer part of the city, where you could find Benetton, Puma and plenty of other shops...but not so many tourist stuff. Finally i got some...took me a while to write them all - i missed some of the presentations...and then, finally...
I couldn't get any stamps. Those you only get at a post office...and to the post office i was told to take a taxi, since it is in the center - far from where we were. Man, taxi to the post office!
Actually when i asked one of the organizers at first, she told me: "forget postcards, send them e-mails". That left me speechless. I didn't have the need to tell hot news to my friends, to ask them for something. I wanted to make them happy, to cheer them up, as i get cheered up when i find a postcard in the box.
Well...and then I heard a sentence, which made me feel much better. It made me feel very nice. I was asked, why and to whom am i sending so many postcards. Oh, to my friends and family, i replied. And then the nice and truthful statement came:
You are rich, having so many friends.
And i am indeed.


Well, and then the last night came and i still didn't manage to get to the post office and was feeling a little desperate - you don't wanna bring a pack of postcards home to send them afterwords, it doesn't work that way.
And finally i was saved by a German-speaking girl who worked in one shop - she let us in shortly after the closing time "nur für fünf minuten" and at the end i bought there a present for Alenka and asked the girl, if she could send the postcards for me. She made a few phone calls to check the prices and then i gave her the postcards and money, thanked her and left. I should send her a postcard from here. Because the first postcards just arrived.
Didi matloba. Danke schön.