Katarína Husárová

The only thing we knew about another award was that she is a nice and willing postal carrier who delivers mail to Soblahovská Street. Luckily, a miraculous old lady passed by, and she knew the mailman was called Katka. She is said to be very happy with her, for the postman does not regret the time or effort to deliver the mail to people before the door, waiting for them, or even taking the shipment to their mail.

You’re amazing. He’s on his bike like Fittipaldi, he’s gonna deliver what’s needed, and he’s going on. She’s very clever, and she’s commending the postman Mrs. Kozinková and giving us her phone number. Mrs. Katka will pick us up for the first time and wait for us near a nearby supermarket.

Katka’s a little scared, surprised, surprised and she doesn’t know what to say. Moreover, he has no time to waste because he still has many addresses ahead of him. He’s in charge of about nine hundred pick-ups, and it’s raining or snowing.

I have a raincoat if I have to. When it snows, we walk, the postman says. He’s been delivering mail for 15 years, and he doesn’t understand why someone appreciated it, he’s just doing his job.

I like the job. I’m still out, moving, not sitting. And I have nice people. I can’t complain. Years later, no shipment will surprise her. The most curious thing she was delivering were bees in perforated envelopes.

Relaxes mostly outdoors on a walk or reading a good book. He’s taking all the ranks from his father’s library. The children are grown up and the husband obeys. She would be careless if the grandchildren came, but the youths said to be too unmarried today, so she would have to wait.

Work can’t wait and we can barely say good-bye, Catherine was on her bike. Like the Fittipaldi.