About an analphabet foreign family running a parcel delivery service in my neighborhood

Here is something that I experienced today and want to share. I live in Germany, where Amazon would never have got off the ground, because our mail service (sic!) is no use, specially not for parcels. But now Amazon sets the standard, and the other parcel delivery firms have to do something or sink like a lead balloon - and about time it was too! So there are the so called night shops (yes, in English), small, often family run shops, that sell beer, soft drinks, cigarettes, newspapers, sweets and crisps, stuff like that. And they are now offering parcel pick up services: when you are not home when a parcel arrives, the postal service leaves a note with the adress of the night shop where you can pick it up.
I went to one of those shops today for the first time and was surprised that the owners do not speak German at all and are not able to read our alphabet. But they managed to get my parcel in no time. They sort the parcels not by name, not by the street, but only by the number of the house in the street. So if I live in Meine Straße, 5A, they put me in 5. They cover an area of, I don’t know, 20 Streets? 40? Never mind, the parcels they have in store may be 100, 200? The recipients street number is enough to sort them. Maybe there are two, three parcels with the number 5. Let it be 4, being generous. They only have to look at those four, and find which one the correct one is: the lenght of the name, the first letter, whatever, it is enough. And it works. They were actually faster than the other night shops I have been sent to, who spoke German and can read but did not sort the parcels in advance.
I don’t know where the family originally came from. They speak a language I cannot fathom: Armenian? Kazach? Uzbek? No clue. I will ask them next time, let’s see if we can communicate at all. But here today, I just wanted to say I found them to be clever, ressourceful and efficient. Mundane? Pointless? Sure. But I wanted to tip my hat to them. That is all. I wish them luck.

That’s pretty how much I get my packages delivered here in Beijing, with the exception being that all the shops are owned and staffed by Chinese. There are a few shops on the streets bordering my apartment complex and which shop gets the delivery depends on which one has the contract with the parcel shipping company. The shipping company shows up with the package, hands it over to the shop, the shop scans it in and that automatically gives it a code number, which is then automatically sent to me as a text message, stating which shop got the package. The shop sorts the pacages by code number. I show up, show them the message, and they give me my package. I find it much more convenient than the old “let’s hope the customer’s at home” method.