The only advantage of this post office is that it is there at all. An employee of the post office arrived at the workplace by bicycle at about 11:30, having gathered an impressive queue by this time. The second employee in outerwear was either doing an audit, or looking for something on the floor. When at last a woman who arrived on a bike began to serve people, I thought that my torment was over. But no, she served extremely slowly, doubting every operation, not forgetting to discuss chickens, ducks and piglets with her fellow villagers. In a word, a village.