My Neighbor..

I still haven't met my neighbor, but subtle contact has been made..

Upon returning to my apartment after this evening, I found a short hand-written note stuck in my door's mail slot...

It could either have been from my landlord, or as I more highly suspected, one of my neighbors, and I immediately began to worry that I had inadvertently done something to offend...it's easy to do when you can't read signs, and one never knows if one is breaking rules or something...

I thought maybe my music could be heard or...I don't even know....so with trepidation I got out my dictionaries and began the translation process.

After a little work I was relieved to find it to be a note of apology rather than a note of derision or chastisement.

To the best of my translation ability, the note reads as follows....

This is the person from room 308. The wind blew a cooking paper away. It was unused. If it is on your veranda, I would be happy if you'd please discard it. I am very sorry.

Sure enough, there was a stray paper towel on my balcony. I found the existence both the note and the renegade "cooking paper" quite amusing.

Here's to polite neighbors!