We sit with the aunt, we eat dinner, we talk, we speak in guests for the second time, she tells us: as in the afternoon she went to the store, there straight, back through the two courtyards around, and she says,
I always cut the way, I work at the post office!
I did not resist, I say: now it is clear why a package from Frankfurt flies through Vladivostok to Ufa, it so cuts the way.