After one of the three mailboxes attached to the postoffice got removed due to budgetcuts, an empty arch was left behind. The remaining two mailboxes were kind of begging for a new family member.
So it goes, a tiny mailbox was born, in almost everything identical to it’s parents although this one stated ‘mail gets emptied every now and then between 17.00 and 18.00’.
After a local newspaper wrote an article about it a heartwarming amount of minitature letters where being posted, containing drawings, poems, love letters or personal stories. The funny thing was that all these letters where directed to me. Such responses deserved official recognition, so I founded the Department of Moving Affairs for the occasion.
All respondents received a personalized municipal envelope (scale 1:0.25), containing a letter of appriciation in a bureaucratic dialect that almost elevated to the level of poetry.