It's a fictionalised retelling of the story of Otto and Elise Hampel, an elderly working-class couple who spent more than two years dropping postcards around buildings in Berlin denouncing Hitler's rule.
It's a far cry from the way many of us expected life to be by now -- carefree, independent, dropping postcards to the kids from distant places and buying darling little toys and outfits for the grandchildren en route.
That means that children who go to synagogue can't "sign in," but have to use methods like dropping prewritten postcards into boxes.
They can write a message and leave the postcard in place for the next person to find or they can choose a stranger's address, buy a stamp, and drop the postcard in the mail.
But I still dream of one day taking August off - it keeps me going while beach-boasting postcards drop through the letterbox.
Drop your finished postcard in the mail so it can start making its way to the lucky recipient.
The novel, by Hans Fallada, is based on the true story of Otto and Elise Hampel, who wrote anti-Hitler slogans on postcards and dropped them in public buildings.
A lot of designers responded, most of them with elaborate outlines consisting of dozens of closely typewritten sheets, but the man who got the job was a Brazilian architect and planner named Lúcio Costa, who scrawled his ideas on two postcards and dropped them into the mail.
Include star of the day/week/month, on your motivation station, or envelopes labled with each team member's name for colleagues to drop in private appreciations, or postcards to add more public messages of thanks for a meeting well chaired, a fundraising target surpassed, some really helpful IT support.
But still, why spend $5 on a postcard, only to drop it in the mail?
