Kristinehamn, Sweden. Tuesday, early morning. A little drunk.


Alex, mon ami.

I have shown what you wrote to Sibel.

We have been yawling and bawling all over the place - THANK YOU so much!
The restaurant was great, but I believe the waiter thought us to be a little bit off-minded as we giggled all evening...

Let us know if we should bring you an ugly, hairy, fat and stinky elk. One from the woods.
They are really cuddly, you know. Mercedes Benz-approved as well. And they come quite numerous this time of the year.
You could place it in your garden as a biological lawnmower.

Wishing you all the best of luck and courage for a new life being born very soon. If your fathership happens in the next two weeks please let us know. I sent you the address by mail again, just in case.
There will be no internet, but you can send a letter or a card if you like. The next town is less than 10km away, and we promise to check every two days.
We want to plant a tree and some flowers here in the garden for your kid.

We will hop in on our way home to see how you are doing, and to bring you a little present.

These elks really are usefull and mostly tax-free, even in Belgium. They also produce organic fertilizer as an extra surplus. You really should consider having one.
Please state size and color if you want us to smuggle it in the trunk for you.

Thanks again, for making us laugh, and for letting us have a very special evening here with a tall and mostly unskilled waiter.

Sibel & Jean