We currently have the best neighbors we've had in years... they're a young Polish family living upstairs, and we get along really well with them. We chat in the laundry room often, help each other out with tools and car-fixing stuff, I gave them some chocolate muffins once, etc. It's been a long time since I really knew who my neighbors were... funny that the Icelanders don't say Boo to us. They just run past us, barely saying "hi" on the way in and out. Immigrant solidarity, go figure.
