Pampering

It was a sunny morning and I was leaning on the window of my hotel room. I observed the awakening of the city that gradually became animated. Cars began to form a beautiful multicolored queue, stores gradually opened their doors, pedestrians crossed the square and roamed the streets with more or less enthusiasm. The normal pace of activity was in full swing… until a little event occurred.
Suddenly, I faced a scene that transported me back in time. As the front wheel of his bike was wedged, a man fell to the ground. It was the postman and several people had turned their way to go in his direction. He had risen quickly meaning that there was nothing serious. But he was not the only one having fallen : the front bag of the bike was completely emptied through the shock, which spreaded all the mail that it contained in the middle of the street . If Samaritans were primarily concerned with the health of the postman, they also helped him to put the mail back in place. And none of the drivers, even those in a hurry, waiting in their car, had not expressed during the scene.
In the time of emails that give the opportunity to easily exchange files of any kind, the regular mail found again the exclusivity of its first assignments : to circulate administrative and commercial missives. To take care of the postman was not only to worry about his health, it was also to pamper the various entities made of paper that ground interpersonal exchanges as well as institutional relationships.