"What? You don't recognize me? Of course I'm Karin!"

[kaffeesuchtig]

Every few days I receive a knock on my door. Each time, the opened door reveals a different, very hopeful-looking, young gentleman, who politely asks, "Hello, does Karin live here?" to which I have to reply, "No, I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't know a Karin." The hopeful expression always turns dispirited, each one thanks me for the information, and

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[kaffeesuchtig]

ach was, das stimmt GAR nicht. ich musste auch eben im wörterbuch nachschauen. der schild = shield, das schild = sign. wtf? they weren't inventive enough to come up with another word, so they just decided to make it confusing by using the same word and giving it different genders for different meanings! gah! super schlau. aber deine idee find ich gut. ich häng's gleich an die tür. danke.

[sparkle_shortz]

I was picturing it to always be the same man, and it was much harder to understand.

[kaffeesuchtig]

Oops, good point. Off to revise...

[mattscientist]

Is there a 5th floor? Go see if Karin lives in #3. Also, what happened to giving out a bogus phone number instead of a bogus room number?

I think I'm going to try this sometime. I'll just show up at a random person's door and ask for Karin. If she doesn't live there, I'll wait a week or so and go back. Maybe she'll have moved in. :)

[kaffeesuchtig]

what happened to giving out a bogus phone number instead of a bogus room number?
Yeah, it's weird. My speculation could be way off. Who knows?
Btw, I checked the names on the mailboxes to see who lives in room 3 on the 5th floor and it's a guy named Magnus Qvistgaard.