The not-so-exciting conclusion to the story:
So I invited them over. Matti and Saskia came to sit on our balcony last Tuesday night. We talked about the neighbors, of course, but also about how Matti is going to study at Michigan law for a year, about how he wants to understand American football, and about how Saskia also has trouble finding a decent haircut. These conversations happened in English - his is great, hers is pretty good - and were remarkably normal. So we officially don't need to be afraid of those neighbors any more. We might even like them.
What happens next? I don't know. Do we do it again, or was this a one-time thing? Do we now get invited to more neighbor parties, or go back to polite hellos in the stairway?
I'm not sure. I have never lived in an unusually social German apartment house before. But I will definitely tell you when I find out.
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