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A few weeks ago I dissed on the Swedish postal system for its expensive postage, but I feel a little bad about that now. I was a little stressed out at the time because money was tight and I had just spent a lot of it sending crap to the US. The truth is, high-quality services cost money, and this ought to be Sweden’s national motto.

Our mailman is sweet. Yesterday I came home and there was a slip in the mailbox indicating that there was a package too big for the box waiting for me at the post office. The mailman must have noticed that the package was from the US and I had a non-Swedish name, so he scribbled English translations of the relevant information on the slip, which was totally unnecessary (I mean, I did well in my first two Swedish courses, I can certainly decipher “Stort brev” and “Hämtas på posten”) but very considerate.

Today I happened to be home when the mailman came, and he delivered a second package to my door. “Megan Case? Here’s a package for you!” “Tack så mycket,” I replied.

Keeping with the post office theme, the Blog Supergroup is blogging about stamps this week. It’s kind of boring, to be honest, and they say so themselves, but I loved this bit from Jane:

I can, however, tell you about the last time I was in a Russian post office (last May or June). I was inside the Central Post Office of the city of Vladimir. Had I desired to do so, I could have purchased laundry detergent. I could have purchased cigarettes. I could have purchased a lot of random things of the sort which one would not expect to find in a Post Office. I could not, however, have purchased stamps. They were out.

Well, I wrote about the last time I was in a Russian post office here, but I didn’t mention that we could have purchased bedsheets and towels during our two-hour saga.

One weird feature of the Swedish post office is that many of their branches are in supermarkets, not always as a separate department, but rather one of the supermarket checkout lines functions as the post office as well. So maybe you just need to buy stamps or pick up a package, but you wait in line with people buying groceries. I suppose it’s efficient use of labor, the most expensive aspect of anything in Sweden, but it takes some getting used to.

And now I’m off to stand behind some old ladies buying cat food in order to pick up my other Christmas package!

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I'm an American who started blogging when I moved to Russia in 2004. Eventually I moved to Sweden, where life is pleasant but uneventful, and stopped blogging for lack of interesting things to say. And then I joined Facebook, which further destroyed any motivation for blogging. Maybe someday I'll start blogging again, but for now, this blog is dormant, an archive of The Russia Years: 2004-2008.

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