By Lila Rimalovski ’15 and Aditya Srivatsan ’15, Humor Staff Writers

Recently, archeologists discovered postcards sent between Lila Rimalovski and Aditya Srivatsan from the summer of 2013. Underneath layers of dirt, socks, and ferns, scientists transcribed the barely legible handwriting onto paper. See below.

From: Lila Rimalovski
To: Aditya Srivatsan
Date: June 19, 2013
Location: Patra, Greece

Dearest El Tigre,

¡Salutations! I hope this finds you well. How is Norway? Is the food as good as they say? And Mandy, your rhinoceros? The pictures you sent were absolutely adorable. Anyway, I had quite the experience since I last wrote you. It all started with Mongolian chili peppers. I was at this hole-in-the-wall kind of place and I decided to be adventurous. So I ordered chicken fingers from the kids menu. And then, instead of ketchup (ketchup does not exist in Indonesia) they gave me this dipping sauce that was a fusion of Mongolian chili peppers, mayonnaise, and salt water. Next thing I know, I wake up dressed in traditional Ecuadorian garb on a yacht parked on the coast of Greece. How did I get there? I don’t think I’ll ever know. But, let me tell you, the pictures I found when I developed my disposable camera were insane. Can’t wait to show you when I get home! Give Mandy a kiss for me.

Sending love, peppers, and a postcard,

Lila

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From: Aditya Srivatsan
To: Lila Rimalovski
Date: June 27, 2013
Location: Oslo, Norway

Dear Lila and Stich,

Hola amiga, I hope you are having a nice time in Mongolia. Personally, I don’t find much interest in your chili pepper experience. It could’ve all been avoided had you just brought some ketchup! What kind of a leader are you anyway? For me, Norway has been great and the food is legendary – they eat ketchup with everything! As a matter of fact, I’m currently drinking a glass of ketchup. As for Mandy, I unfortunately had to sell her because Norway is no place for a rhinoceros, but with the pesos that I got for her I was also able to have my own crazy experience. So, I bought a condominium in the part of Oslo that snows during the summer. Crazy! I was in my house hanging around and suddenly I saw this happy snowman outside my window, who was wearing an old silk hat, come to life. All of the children on my street said that he could laugh and play just the same as you and me. I think his name was Frosty, but I’m not entirely sure. Anyway, I am eagerly awaiting your pictures and I will be sending some of Frosty and me pretty soon.

Until then,

El Tigre