During the cold season, my kids would often misplace a glove, a scarf or a hat somewhere. Even after a couple of days, we would often find the missing item hanging on a fence or wall nearby. Someone had found it, picked it up, and placed it where it could be found again.

Twice, I had lost a set of keys. A couple of days later, the police called me to report that someone had turned it in. The key had a number that allowed them to find me.

My wife once misplaced her purse at a playground. When returning for it a couple of hours later, she found an old Swiss woman anxiously looking around for the owner of the purse. She had stayed there, for how long we don't know, to wait until the rightful owner came back.

That's something I respect about this place.