In a neighboring village I find a wallet with bank cards, a driver’s license, some other cards and 100 euros in cash. At home I see a phone number on one of the cards. The lady on the phone gives me the mobile number of the person on the driver’s license. After telephone contact, he picks up the wallet at my house. With some effort I hear him say “thank you”. After an hour the man calls again. I expect he might say thank you a little more explicitly. But no. He asks: “Good afternoon, how did you get my number?”
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A version of this article also appeared in the newspaper of April 13, 2023.