lost...and found!

A few days ago, I lost my hat at some point during my lunch break. In pretty much every other place I've lived, whenever I lost a glove, a scarf, or a hat, or when I forgot something on the subway (which happened quite often), I just had to accept that it was gone for good...Here, people often pick up a found item and place it in a nearby visible spot such as a window sill, a bench, a sign, or a post, in the hopes that the rightful owner will come back and find it. Otherwise, they hand it in to the Fundburo. So yesterday on my way to work, I was thrilled to find my hat hanging on a railing on our street, especially because I had just spent almost 2 months knitting a scarf to match the hat. The scarf is not quite done yet, but I was ready to chuck the whole thing once its matching hat was seemingly lost. One nice thing about living here is that people are so....trustworthy.