On day one hundred eighty-three at home, at least that's how it felt, I missed my Amayzers even more than usual. To let them know, I ordered real postcards made of paper from PLUK, had them sent to myself, wrote them by hand, and sent them out again. Now you might think: what a hassle, but this was still during the staythefuckhome time. I haven't had stamps in the house for a thousand years, so I went to the PostNL site to dig some up. And what turned out? Nowadays, you have something like a digital stamp in the form of a code, which you pay for online and then write in place of your stamp. After that, you only have to stroll to the mailbox. What a life hack.