I discovered a new way to measure time: half a bar of soap used equals d month-long absence.
Welcome home 🎉
When d finally came back, the bottom of his suitcase was sprinkled with what can only be described as cockroach poop from Amsterdam. But what was sweeter was the crinkly Brottüte d’s mom had crammed in there, which to my delight was filled with its own wonders:
- two white undershirts with tags cut¹
- two boxes of Italian biscuits with sticky notes: “Für o’s parents” and “Für o’s grandma”
- a mini pack of chocolate coated Leibniz
- a taped up Alete Schnitties² box that I thought was either half eaten or bursted by accident; turned out was stuffed with chocolate bars, single-pack coffee treats and ofc Schnitties
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Footnotes
- Ever since she found out d had worn his to the ground with holes and stretches (which she brought back to home to repurpose), she's been giving him new ones every time he visits. They look like they're from Uniqlo, but I guess it's her cute way of showing love from afar.
- I just found out it's known for baby food.