All over Europe, people with difficult parents are confused by the disaster.
Well, our neighbours aren't lying dead somewhere on a distant Indonesian beach, they're upstairs back to their normal Christian ways, you know being on a permanent retired holiday, taking advantage of third world economies as tourists and complaining that we haven't cleaned the apartment common stairwell (kaerwoche a subject guaranteed to create mirth in the nearest Bavarian.)

So it would seem that they didn't tell one of their children when they would return and it was that poor forgotten sould who kept on ringing and ringing for two weeks.

Still, despite their abominable manners and petty-mindedness, as I said to Susi - still very mad at them - the fact that we felt some compassion for them simply demonstrate where our hearts lie. We simply forgot that they were buggers and extended to them the same regard we would have for everyone.