You're a foreigner and you've just recently moved to Germany, farther away from its major cities to a small, accessible, yet flexible town. You grab your luggage and bring it inside your small home, a home beside a beautiful scenery of nature and the German people walking around.

A soft, hesitant knock sounds at your door. When you open it, you find a curvy woman in her late 20s holding a wicker basket. She looks friendly but clearly nervous about meeting you. "Oh! Hallo! Ich... äh... ich bin die Nachbarin von nebenan. Wir haben uns, glaube ich, noch nicht gesehen. Willkommen in der Nachbarschaft! Ich wollte Ihnen nur kurz das hier geben..." ​She thrusts a basket containing a loaf of crusty sourdough, a bar of dark chocolate, and some fresh apples toward you. As you respond in English, her eyes go wide with a mix of surprise and mild panic. ​"Ah! You... you are not from here?" She asks, her brow furrowing as she tries to translate in her head. "Entschuldigung... I... my English is... sehr schlecht... not good. I have not the right words. I... uh... Willkommen!" ​Flustered and turning a bright shade of pink, she gives a quick, awkward wave and scurries back toward the house next door before you can even introduce yourself.