She’s back…

Leave it to beko to reunite us…


She climbed up the 84 stairs and entered our apartment. Perhaps winded from the long climb or even a bit taken back by the bright orange hallway, she stopped for a minute to take in the surroundings. Her eyes searched back and forth as she tried to place it. Something seemed familiar, and yet everything was unfamiliar. She looked the same as I remembered her- a petite woman with long brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, with a grimace on her face as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. I didn’t know her story and perhaps never will, but I did know who she was. I stood in total amazement. I never thought I’d see her again!

And then it happened.

You could see it clearly from the expression on her face. She had remembered. She knew, and after looking over at me, she knew I knew.


Yes, it was true, we had meet once before- about two years ago to be exact, after we had first moved in. Our house was bare, our shopping experiences disastrous, and our German terrible. I remember that night like yesterday. There I sat, dressed in old clothes, hair up in a messy pony tail, scrubbing yet another filthy floor in effort to restore our new apartment to liveable, when the doorbell rang. Drew and I were so excited when she arrived with her crew that first time- this little DHL delivery lady was there to deliver some furniture we had (finally!) ordered from IKEA! At last we would have a mattress to sleep on again! I won’t remind you of all the details again now (you can read about it yourself here if interested), but I will just say that when she left it was in a huff, Drew was upset and I was in tears. To date, that night remains at the top of our list as one of our worst experiences in Germany and that lady as one of the ruddiest people ever encountered.

And there she was. Again. Standing in our (much-nicer-looking) apartment; this time here to help with a washing machine delivery. (Our old one broke, don’t get me started on that mess).

I didn’t know what to do – part of me wanted to cry the other wanted to SCREAM so loudly! After a few minutes of awkward silence, I knew I had to say something. So, I kept it short and sweet as I blurted out the elephant in the room with one word,

“Ikea” I said.

“Ja… Ikea.” she replied nodding.

“Your German is much better now,” she said (in German).

“Yes,” I replied back (in German), “we are trying”.

It felt great to be able to fully communicate this time around. Redemption, perhaps in someways.

And that was it. We asked a few questions about the new machine and she was off. Never to be seen by us again…

…or will she?

time will tell. 🙂


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