good neighbor

My neighbor in Bp is a retired fellow in his sixties. As I returned to the flat a while ago, he was out on his balcony and saw me coming up the street.

Nearing the top of the four floors of stairs, I heard his door unlatch.

We greeted one another, told him where I’d been and complained about the heat here in the Jewel on the Danube (its 94!) …thankfully I had little to complain about regarding weather on this trip to the bottom of Africa. I asked how he and his wife are and that was about it. I hauled my shrinkwrapped backpack inside.

Then, while I was checking this and that in the flat and there was a knock on my door, there stood my neighbor, with a bottle of bubbly mineral water. That’s a good neighbor. That’s a blessing.

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One response to “good neighbor

  1. Love this story, Tom. Thanks for sharing it!

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