Can't sleep because of the following story:
I'll summarize it "briefly", in a block of houses where I don't know any neighbors I have accepted a package. I learned today that the action itself is stupid.
The name on the recipient of the package sounded like an old gentleman and his name was recently on the doorbell on the front door. I didn't think anything about it.
There was now a dark-skinned man my age (25?) With a mask, who asked for the package in perfect German. Since he rang the bell at 11 p.m. And tore me out of bed with it, I gave him the package on the "thinkpad" and held me back from not reading him the foreign exchange.
My boyfriend got up with him and when the man left we just looked at each other sleepily. "Does he look like a Hans Friedrich to you?" I replied, "No… Somehow not."
I owe it to a mixture of my stupidity and my tiredness that I fell for it.
The only question is now. How likely is it that we will be to blame?
Since the neighbor hasn't opened for 4 days, his name tag seems to be relatively new and when looking for his name in the stairwell I didn't find anything except a few occupied and a few empty apartments that did not bear his name, the whole thing literally screams for fraud.
Is there a Hans Friedrich without a package who is angry with us, or does he probably not exist at all?
In a silly defense, this is my first time not living in my parents' house and I'm completely overwhelmed right now.
Haha. I would not be surprised if it is about drugs that you used as a silent mailbox. Yolo.
It's just the question of how the man knew that you had a package delivered.
I asked myself that too, but the mailboxes are really easy to access. Hand in, all content out. And quickly you have the delivery confirmation.
I will eventually die because of the amount of naivety I have
I'm assuming that this Hans does not even exist. Or it exists, but is not there at the moment, but has been gone for a long time. I would say someone might have stuck a fake doorbell sign on a door that they knew was an empty apartment behind. Then he ordered the package and through a specified fake email he probably found out that the package had been delivered to you. Maybe he somehow got the note out of the mailbox?
So far there's nothing to be feared, I would say, you couldn't have known, and the postman obviously couldn't know either. Or do you think that the postman wasn't a real postman at all? But someone in the know? But even if you did, you couldn't have known. I guess you are not to blame. LG Rose.
You couldn't know, don't blame yourself
I just checked again where exactly his name was stuck. I'm now very sure that this name field was empty a few weeks ago. The postman was just like you know from DHL, the uniform and the signature machine - I have no doubts about that.
At this point a thank you, it calms me down a lot to know that I might not have to hold my head after all.
I think now I should finally be able to sleep.
You really can't count on something like that, just wait and see if you can still hear about it. But maybe no one else noticed and the matter will fizzle out
Hans Friedrich can also be the name of a young, dark-skinned man. I wouldn't worry about that at first.
How do I know: while partying in a village disco, I met the good Friedrich Müller, 21, with a dark skin (ID card could prove it). Greetings go out to him.
So don't be put off. Everything can be fine.
