Bought what was truly the last package of yoqurt raisins from DR, 37th Ave.
Found handwritten name on my letter box.
Returned to DR (22:31), 37th Ave., for two pounds of dry‐roasted peanuts, where إشتياق had an adorable new beard and he and Kl’d (504) paid attention to one another but barely any to me.
I encountered neighbor إسلام in the vestibule apparently struggling to enter the lobby, and it seems he was trying to unlock the door with his mobile device rather than a key. I kept asking him which numbered key I should press on the telephone to unlock the door and he kept launching into an explanation of how to use the intercom system which I repeatedly interrupted until I got the answer I sought (9).