Are you Miracle Max?

One of the results of being a veteran member of Postcrossing, is that you get postcards in the mail almost every day. The other week, someone's relative in town went to the UK, and sent them a couple of cards from London. Naturally, I got them all. The address was different, the name was different, but if it looked like a card, it went to my box. Over time I had no choice but to become a postman's apprentice, carrying cards to their respective addressees, getting to know many interesting people in the process. For example, I found out there's a family with the same last name like mine (I thought it was pretty unique here). And also, that there's an Estonian woman living a couple of blocks away from my house. I found out that some people lock their front gate (what for?), and some have a front door like that of a castle, with a small window that opens at face level...