Letter from
Family M.
TELL US
Four voices answered. One skipped a question (that's okay). Two voice notes. Three photos. The whole thing took the family about eleven minutes.
What made you laugh this week?
Bea· Hamburg, on Tuesday
A dachshund in Hamburg who flat-out refused to keep walking because he had a stick in his mouth that was too long for any door. His human tried to negotiate. It took five minutes. I couldn't leave.
the dachshund + the stick + that one street
Jonas· Cologne, on Wednesday in the car
My dad sang along to an old song and got every line wrong. Three verses. With conviction.
Klara· Berlin
Mila, three years old, asked “what are you going to do when you grow up?”: “the same as now, but with longer arms.”
Klaus· Krefeld
Your mother tried to show the new espresso machine who's the boss around here. She lost. Twice.
What have you changed your mind about recently?
Klara· Berlin
Margarine. I was always firmly Team Butter. Then I tried the good Danish stuff on toast and now I see what people see in it. Don't tell anyone.
Bea· Hamburg
That a perfect Sunday has to have a plan. The last three Sundays I did almost nothing and those were the best ones.
Jonas· Cologne
Jonas skipped this question.
Klaus· Krefeld
The new neighbours. I'd decided in advance I wasn't going to like them. They brought us cake. So.
A photo or a sound from this week worth keeping.
Klaus· Krefeld, on Saturday morning
The workshop sounds right again. New belt on the bench planer.
Klara· Berlin, on Friday
Mila ate exactly half a strawberry and donated the other half to the rug.
the rug. (worth it.)
Bea· Hamburg
The view from the new desk by the window.
small, but it counts.
If this week were a kind of weather — which?
Bea· Hamburg
A morning when it looks like it'll rain for six hours straight, and then it doesn't.
Klara· Berlin
Hail, but only for 45 seconds, and then a rainbow nobody photographed.
Klaus· Krefeld
Soft April light. The kind where you end up standing outside and forget why.
Jonas· Cologne
Fog in the morning. Sun by ten. Wind at three. Cold by seven. One of those days where you put on the wrong jacket three times.
One thing you want to say to each other before the next letter.
Klaus· Krefeld
Mum's birthday is on the 28th. I know. I'm reminding myself too.
Klara· Berlin
If anyone's been in Lisbon recently — please tell me what one does there.
Jonas· Cologne
The chair is actually fixed this time. Don't sit on the left armrest.
Bea· Hamburg
I'm proud of all of you. That's it. That's the message.