Every entry has them.
Bending over in the flowers they’ve planted years before, which every spring, we all get to enjoy.
Sitting at the entry bench, checking our shopping bags and letting us know if the vegetables we bought are good.
Making an excessive fuss any time a child walks by or a stroller is pushed on the sidewalk in front of them.
Filling our imaginations with the stories of edno vreme, and what it all used to be.
They are long retired. This is no less a job though. For all the children and grandchildren of their neighbors since the beginning. And even for the occasional renters, like me.