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Last October, I received the above card from a Postcrossing user located in Germany. Like normal, I registered it, thanked the sender, and went about my day. And that was the end of that. Or so I thought.
Fast forward several months.
Yesterday, on my day off, I started to flip through all of the postcards that I have received through Postcrossing – which as of today is 92. That is a small number compared to some. There are users who have sent more than 1000 postcards. Of course, they have been members since Postcrossing began back in 2005. If I keep participating, I wonder how long it will take me to reach that number. Or how much money I’ll end up spending. Eek!
Having uploaded my postcards in no particular order, I had to go through each country set and post to figure out which ones hadn’t been featured yet. That was a task, let me tell you. I’m glad I did it now and not 500 postcards from now. When I first scanned them all in, I wanted to scream!
Once I had them all organized, I started picking out a few that I thought would make interesting posts. I typically upload four or five, and come back to them during the week when I feel motivated to say something about them. I like to upload a variety of postcards, but since the majority of my postcards, like so many other postcrossers, come from Finland, Germany, and the USA, that can be hard. Officially, I have received postcards from 26 countries. Of the remaining 23, I have received no more than 4 postcards per country – many of them just one.
So, I picked out a few, this one from Germany being one of them. I flipped over to the back and read it again since it had been awhile. Something written(printed rather) on the back caught my attention. The sender said that he lived on the north sea. Then I looked at the return address, and the name seemed familiar.
Last week, I sent out a batch of new postcards, one of which went to Germany, particularly to a fellow who lived on the North Sea. I remembered this because he said so in his very short profile. I immediately signed into Postcrossing. I had to see if the person who had sent me the postcard in October and the guy I had just sent my postcard to were one in the same.
“What are the odds?” I thought. “That out of 86,000+ users, I randomly selected one who has already sent me a postcard. It can’t be the same person.”
I clicked on Sent Postcards, and then on the user ID number. Thankfully, it will still tell me the Postcrosser’s address up until the time the card is registered.
I looked at the name and address that popped up on my screen and back to the return address on my postcard. I looked again. I even double checked the spelling of the name, street, and city.
“Holy crap!” I shouted. It’s the same freaking person!”
I am really curious if this has happened to anyone else. It has to have happened to someone, somewhere, right? I can’t be the only one.
I wouldn’t be as surprised if the user had sent more postcards than he had, but he was only showing 90 postcards sent.
Phil told me later that I should play the lottery. Maybe I should.
Sadly, I don’t think the person I sent my postcard to will ever receive it. He hasn’t signed on in over a month, and the last postcard he registered was in November of 2008. If he does, though, I will be curious to know if he realizes who I am.
Oh, and for those wondering, the postcard artwork was done by Karin Blume. Apparently, this postcard came from a collection that she made.
now im all “ears” (eyes would be more adequate though) coz i really want to know what an image my sloppy handwriting on that card, creates about me…seriously! Im curious 😛
btw, the ad-card aint that bad, if it the event maybe wasnt so outdated 🙂
and i wish we here had such interesting and unusual postcards as they do in Turkey…ive came to the conclusion that apart from the usual touristic postcards, i cant even find cards with cats and dogs!!! heh, that feels so limited 🙁
anyway, its nice to see my card accommodated here 😛
July 10, 2008 @ 3:40 PM
Hey Gabrielle, thanks for the comments you left on my blog after you read Lost in China. I appreciate the positive feedback. That means a lot coming from a fellow blogger. The comment you left about what I write now will be what I remember when I leave, resonated with me, and I think given those words have given me extra incentive to capture with words the stories and events that I haven’t yet found the time to document. I think I can benefit from the knowledge attained from your experience here in Fuyang, so any information you have on life here. – good places to visit, that sort of thing, I would very much appreciate.
Well, I’ve read a few more passages from your archives on mysterious and misplaced logic of a manic gone awry – good title by the way. I read the almost harrowing post about your return to the States. Everytime I read your blog, I start to really value how lucky Rob and I are to have landed jobs with the company and hosts that we work alongside. Everyone is so genuine and helpful, so there hasn’t been any time when we feel our services are being exploited. It sounds like you had a torrid time getting home Gabby. I also read the comments section. I was surprised to see how many scathing comments there were of you and your decisions, you’d expect the tone to be a little more sympathetic, given what you went through. Some people seemed to blame you for choosing private. In my opinion that is absurd. Private schools account for a great number of the employers out here so a person intending to teach in China can’t afford to ignore them, fearing they are all corrupt. I guess Rob and my experience is the counter-point to the ordeal you had to endure. There does seem to be an element of pot-luck involve as to whether you land a good job or bad job though in China. I guess Rob were fortunate. Well, anyway, I’m adding new posts to the blog this week. There are some pics of a beautiful little Oasis that I hope I am the first ever Westerner to discover since it was buried deep in the hills. I’m going to post pictures. If you’ve been there, could you tell me? So I can confirm or deny the feeling that I have that I’m the first Westerner to go there.
Darren
July 10, 2008 @ 10:51 PM