Does not look very inviting at the moment at my place. The door bell has been exposed and there is only an thick lead to show it is still working due to renovations, but welcome all the same. We have a super system. The outside entrance door to the apartments is always locked. If someone rings your door bell, you press a button in the apartment and you can already talk to the unknown visitor over intercom. He does not see you, and you do not see him – it is only voice contact. If you decide he is a welcome visitor, you press the button inside the apartment which automatically opens the main entrance door. He still has to get through my private door according to whether I open it or not. All very well organised, but not for me, although Mr. Swiss tells me to talk on the intercom.
We live on the ground floor and I have only a few steps to the main entrance, so if someone rings the bell I go and have a look who it is. I cannot be bothered with all that intercom stuff.
I am not inhospitable, but I would not invite anyone into my apartment if I did not know them or did not expect them. We continuously get the Jehova Witness people wanting to convert you, or the sellers of various articles which we do not need. Although I have not seen the Jehova Witness campaigners for some time, probably since I told them I was atheist. She asked me why. I asked her why she was Jehovah Witness and then she said goodbye.
Actually I have become quite inhospitable over the years. I no longer contribute to various charities. There are so many, and who am I supposed to choose, so I treat everyone equally and give nothing. I greet people I recognise and know when they let me out and I like a good chat if I have the time. I no longer hand out so many invitations. Our relations are dwindling with time, the older generation (I mean old, I am also old, but not yet ancient) have passed on and the remaining relations we do not bother with. They do not both with us either. Sometimes I find it an advantage to have all my people in another country. We have contact, but they are not standing on the doorstep.
In the earlier days it seemed to me that is was always me that invited, cooked the meal for everyone and was glad to see them go evenutally. Today I can make my own choices and to be quite honest, I very rarely make invitations just for the fun of it. Close family is something else, because they are close family and because they are welcome.
And that’s that. I am really not being inhospitable, but I have no further words on this theme.