We have good and bad neighbours and we’ve learned to live in close proximity with each other. We’ve moved here 20 years ago, when they first started building our estate. It used to be farm lands. We were the first 50 houses and we’ve seen our children grew up here. Soon the streets were built, more houses and flats, as well as nursery, school, shops and other buildings were constructed.
We used to baby sit for each other. Our children played together. We used to attend summer parties, where we brought food to grill, salads, drinks and children played on the streets. On New Year’s Eve we all watched the fireworks in the park with sekt or sparkling wines to greet the New Year. When we went on holidays, we told our neighbours and they looked after our house, as well as watered our plants and took our letters out of our post-box. We did the same with them.
Our next door neighbour with three kids just sold their house and moved to the next village. A German-Italian family moved in two months ago. They were nice but somehow they were not the same. We miss our old next-door neighbours.