I turned right into our quiet street. We live at the end ourselves. Two houses have received new residents. A man was walking on the sidewalk to the left. I didn’t recognize him. Definitely one of the newcomers. As I drove past him, I kindly greeted him: “Welcome to our street!” “I’ve lived here for ten years,” he said.
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of April 26, 2023.