Passing a new guard this morning on my way to enter the office, I was stopped to provide my name and show my ID.
“Let her pass – it’s Carolina Batschh!” another guard shouted from far through the walkie talkie.
The guards learn our names by heart and we say hello every morning. It’s very pleasant and feels safe to know that they really check everybody and that you don’t have a ‘free pass’ just because you don’t look like a local (like in some other places I have worked in) – it would just be far more nice if I somehow managed to make them stop adding that tschh sound in the end of my last name.
get used to it darling