The postcard from Monaco was sent by my younger brother who was on a trip to France. He knew that I wouldn’t let him enter the house if he didn’t :). When he arrived to Monaco, it occurred that they will not have any free time as they will only visit the Oceanographic Museum and go back to France. My brother left the museum by an emergency exit, located the post office, sent the postcard and managed to convince the security guard to let him back to the museum. At the very last moment he caught his group who was already setting for the coach. That’s what I call brotherly love.
Some years ago I was on a business trip abroad. On the second day of my stay a colleague sitting at the opposite desk asked me how I was. I answered that I was a bit sad because I was missing my husband. She told me then that she was sad too because her boyfriend was away for 2 weeks but the good news was that he was to come back the next day from his trip to Iceland. You may imagine the light in my eyes :). I asked her whether he could send me a postcard. She was surprised but sent him an SMS. On the backside of the card it is written “It’s a bit funny – you don’t know who I am, I don’t know who you are, but here it comes – the postcard”.
In 2000, my boyfriend was passing through Bosnia and Herzegovina during a trip to Croatia. In a small shop he bought a postcard and left to the owner some money for the stamps (there was no time or possibility to look for a post office). Of course the postcard has never arrived to me. In July 2007 my mom called me and asked where my husband was and what he was doing in Bosnia. I answered that he is at work and that I have seen him at home this morning. It turned out that my mom has just found in their post box the postcard from Bosnia – after 7 years.
I have a friend. The friend has a baby. The baby has a nanny. The nanny has a daughter. This daughter went recently on a trip to Cambodia. And here it is - the lovely postcard sent by the daughter of the nanny of the baby of my friend. I start wondering whether my postcardmania is not spreading too far :).
Recently, I was giving a lift to a friend I have not seen for a year. She was with a friend who I met for the first time in my life. They were talking about their common friend (whom I have never met) who was about to visit his girlfriend (whom none of us has ever met) during her internship in Mongolia. Impossible you say? Well, I was driving on a Saturday morning and next Friday morning I had this beautiful postcard from Mongolia in my mailbox.
My brother was studying in South America. In a hostel in the Brazilian Pantanal he met a French couple heading for Paraguay. During the breakfast he asked them to send me a postcard. Or rather to send me 4 postcards as the post services in South America are not very trustworthy. Can you imagine something more obvious then asking a favour from complete strangers in some remote location on another continent? Well, believe it or not but all 4 postcards arrived on the same day.
One sunny day my brother has sent me a message „I need urgently your zip code. A friend of mine is in Burkina Faso and she only has a short moment to check her e-mails.”. Obviously I have sent him the full address and I started to wait for the postcard. Days were passing and it was not arriving. I knew the postal services in Africa are not always reliable and that it was quite likely she did not manage to send the card at all. Then, one day I got pictures showing the card being written and put into the mailbox. I knew than that if it does not arrive, the post will be the only one to blame. And finally, after over a month, I took out of my mailbox this wonderful postcard. Never lose faith!
One day, I opened my mailbox and found there a genuine treasure. A postcard from Namibia! The only challenge was that it was not signed. And I have never asked anyone to send one to me. I inquired with my family and friends. I asked fellow postcard lovers on all the forums. Nobody admitted to send me a postcard from Namibia. Finally, I decided to simply enjoy it and be grateful to the unknown sender. About a years later, I have met a long time not seen friend. She asked me "Did you receive a postcard from Namibia recently?". She is a university teacher. She was walking on the corridor of her faculty when she overheard some other academics talking about the fact that one of them is going to do some research in Namibia. You can imagine the rest.
Some years ago I was on a business trip abroad. On the second day of my stay a colleague sitting at the opposite desk asked me how I was. I answered that I was a bit sad because I was missing my husband. She told me then that she was sad too because her boyfriend was away for 2 weeks but the good news was that he was to come back the next day from his trip to Iceland. You may imagine the light in my eyes :). I asked her whether he could send me a postcard. She was surprised but sent him an SMS. On the backside of the card it is written “It’s a bit funny – you don’t know who I am, I don’t know who you are, but here it comes – the postcard”.
In 2000, my boyfriend was passing through Bosnia and Herzegovina during a trip to Croatia. In a small shop he bought a postcard and left to the owner some money for the stamps (there was no time or possibility to look for a post office). Of course the postcard has never arrived to me. In July 2007 my mom called me and asked where my husband was and what he was doing in Bosnia. I answered that he is at work and that I have seen him at home this morning. It turned out that my mom has just found in their post box the postcard from Bosnia – after 7 years.
I have a friend. The friend has a baby. The baby has a nanny. The nanny has a daughter. This daughter went recently on a trip to Cambodia. And here it is - the lovely postcard sent by the daughter of the nanny of the baby of my friend. I start wondering whether my postcardmania is not spreading too far :).
Recently, I was giving a lift to a friend I have not seen for a year. She was with a friend who I met for the first time in my life. They were talking about their common friend (whom I have never met) who was about to visit his girlfriend (whom none of us has ever met) during her internship in Mongolia. Impossible you say? Well, I was driving on a Saturday morning and next Friday morning I had this beautiful postcard from Mongolia in my mailbox.
My brother was studying in South America. In a hostel in the Brazilian Pantanal he met a French couple heading for Paraguay. During the breakfast he asked them to send me a postcard. Or rather to send me 4 postcards as the post services in South America are not very trustworthy. Can you imagine something more obvious then asking a favour from complete strangers in some remote location on another continent? Well, believe it or not but all 4 postcards arrived on the same day.
One sunny day my brother has sent me a message „I need urgently your zip code. A friend of mine is in Burkina Faso and she only has a short moment to check her e-mails.”. Obviously I have sent him the full address and I started to wait for the postcard. Days were passing and it was not arriving. I knew the postal services in Africa are not always reliable and that it was quite likely she did not manage to send the card at all. Then, one day I got pictures showing the card being written and put into the mailbox. I knew than that if it does not arrive, the post will be the only one to blame. And finally, after over a month, I took out of my mailbox this wonderful postcard. Never lose faith!
One day, I opened my mailbox and found there a genuine treasure. A postcard from Namibia! The only challenge was that it was not signed. And I have never asked anyone to send one to me. I inquired with my family and friends. I asked fellow postcard lovers on all the forums. Nobody admitted to send me a postcard from Namibia. Finally, I decided to simply enjoy it and be grateful to the unknown sender. About a years later, I have met a long time not seen friend. She asked me "Did you receive a postcard from Namibia recently?". She is a university teacher. She was walking on the corridor of her faculty when she overheard some other academics talking about the fact that one of them is going to do some research in Namibia. You can imagine the rest.
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