My neighbour rings my bell. I open the door, he gives me a sausage. “Hirsch Salami” it says above a picture of a deer, proudly staring at me.
“I got this as a gift, got more of ‘em too. That’s good stuff, you shouldn’t throw that away.”
“Really, is it good?”
“Of course. It’s deer. You know what a deer is, don’t you? That’s good stuff.”
“Well, thanks!”
He says hold on, I got something else. I hear him in his flat, making one of those yelping noises that I can never really place. Comes out with a magazine.
“Here’s this Gewinnspielmagazine I always get, they sent it to me twice. You know I participate in all these competitions.”
“Ah yeah, that’s the magazine you were in once, right?”
“Yeah. They sent it to me twice. You should take a look. Who knows.”
