Small-city life in America is very sweet. I called my periodontist to cancel my appointment because I’m not ambulatory, and it’s not a receptionist who picks up but the doctor himself. We chat about the family and the injury, crack some jokes, everything is very homey and nice.
I can’t enter a store (well, now I physically can’t enter anything but I mean normally) without giving a report on where Klara is and why I’m not bringing her with me and what she likes to do these days.
My niece bought a swimsuit but it still has a security tag on it. Nobody at the store made a hassle. “Do you have the receipt? No? That’s fine, too. Here you go, sorry for the inconvenience.” People are calm and unhurried. Everything is 7 minutes away, so why hurry?
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