Neighbours.
This afternoon ( after Sturm Der Liebe had finished, the local staple ) I went to visit one of my elderly Eisenbergers and was surprised but also thrilled to see his neighbour sitting at the kitchen table with him. Company for him and a happy one.
They were shooting the breeze accompanied by a tot of Schnapps. Brilliant, why not indeed. Fortunately I had driven there so that gave me a valid excuse to decline an offer of a tot.
One could see that they have been neighbours for years and were as comfortable with each as if they were brothers. They were finishing each others stories and all in all it was a great afternoon.
Men of course can divulge almost as much gossip as we women are known to. Quite amazing to realize that men see more than we give them credit for! It was very amusing not to mention, interesting, to find out the latest on dits from around the village while trying to keep up with the thread of families.
A lot of local siblings have through the generations married not much further afield than perhaps two villages over which tends to make conversations littered with mentions of cousins, sisters or uncles.
It was nice though to see the two of them make the most of a cold and miserable afternoon and their laughter made it a pleasure to sit and listen for a while. A great reminder to enjoy the little things in life.
Biggi
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