In New York I have an assistant named Judith. Once a week she comes in to open the mail.
It’s a nice and comforting ritual.
When I’m not in New York she takes care of my PO Box.
Today I received a mail that her winter coat was stolen and so were her keys, also the key to the PO Box.
It is not very easy for her to get a new key to the PO Box, since she is not the principal tenant.
I wonder where exactly her coat was stolen.
And I have to say: I grieve for the coat and I imagine my PO Box getting fuller and fuller as a cow waiting in vain to be milked.