Please, Please, Mr. Postman, Is There A Letter For Me…

Mail is today not anymore the same like it was once. I remember well when I was young how often I ran after school to see if Mr. Postman put a letter for me in the mailbox. As a teenager I had a whole lot of pen pal friends from all over the world and of cause some of them were even more ‘exciting’ than others. No day I had no letter those times.

Today it’s different. We have Internet and sending mails so easily, seconds later the letter is in the postbox of the other. But you have to sit at the computer. Even faster is now sending text messages. They are always available, reaching one while waiting in the cue at the supermarket, while driving on the highway or when with other friends. So easy and fast. And it’s nice. But the real great feeling of running every day to the letter box and being excited if there is a postcard, a word of the one who you are in love with or the friend traveling in the world.. that is gone. And not because of the age but because of the technology. Young people don’t even know how it feels… And they miss some real great emotion.

So when I was in the United States lately I saw these mail boxes and had to ‘shoot’ them. They are still so unusual for European people. And so nostalgic as well as they remind you old feelings. OK, as an adult there are more bills than nice postcards from friends visiting Morocco or even a love letter but still I think they give you a certain excitement. I can see that when I send postcards to friends, the day the postcard arrives I get excited text messages: ‘Your postcard arrived. So happy, thank you!’ I make a huge difference just by sending a colorful picture by POST, with a stamp and with some nice words on it.

Post, mail, letters, cards, notes.. they are all the same and still highly appreciated by everyone. Wish we could go back in those times sometimes.. though I love to stay in nearly immediate touch with my loved ones by email and texting. But a letter you can put under your cushion and fall asleep smiling and smelling the paper he/she wrote on…


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