December 8

The house is dark, a wreath hangs on the door. No one opens the door.

December 10
After the lack of a response to my ringing of the lowest bell button, I ring all the bell buttons above it. The door buzzes and I push it open. I walk up the stairs. A young woman with blond hair backs away into her apartment. One floor up, a young man with blond short hair stands in his doorway, almost towering over me. He has almost pulled the apartment door shut behind him. Next to him, an older lady with white hair just peeks her head through the crack in the door. Her excuse: she wears nothing. As I go back down the stairs, I hear the apartment doors close and then open again. Then the elderly lady says to the man indignantly: "I've never seen anything like that before!" The man laughs.

December 14

Jenny just pokes her head out the door. Dyed blonde hair, comfortable clothes, black made-up eyes. She seems to be in a hurry and asks me, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

December 15

A man with gray pants, gray shirt and some kind of work clothes opens the door to me. He tells me he is still working in the house. "Did he just move in?" "No, he already lives here for a while." Behind him, a dog barks loudly. The dog's name is Mowgli because he has floppy legs like Mowgli from the Jungle Book. The man tells me that he has already heard from neighbors about my Advent calendar.

December 16

When I ring the doorbell, a Turkish woman looks out of a window and invites me to come in. Her son with strong, short, black hair comes down the stairs and opens the door for me. I follow him up the stairs into the apartment. In the living room, the daughter is baking cookies. They offer me a chair, water with or without bubbles, a plate with two of the freshly baked cookies and some kind of börek. The woman tells me, that she is from Jehovah's Witnesses. We talk about religion. That we are all human beings and actually differ only in a few things. They want to wrap me the rest of the plate.

December 17

Before the door opens I hear a woman talking to animals. They should go away. Then Anna, strongly built with glasses, gray-brown half-long hair opens the door to me. She has two cats.

December 18

Ariane with dyed blond hair tied in a braid, tan skin, and a phone in her hand pressed to her chest, opens the door for me. "Oh that's nice." She is happy to be in my doorway. "Wait a minute!" Then she's disappeared into her apartment and when she comes back to the door she gives a chocolate Santa to me. We both laugh.

I can't open the doors until the 24th because the 18th is the day I travel to my family.