I remember coal deliveries throughout my childhood. I grew up in a small East German village, near Dresden. We had a lot of Russian military presence due to a training base close-by. The soldiers were young, friendly and often unhappy.
As a child, coal delivery was always exciting and generally a big event, as it needed everyone’s help to shovel the dislodged pile into the coal cellar or shed. I remember most vividly and fondly my little toy bucket, in which Z slumps sitted.