Early in the morning, the sanitation department's cleaning wagon drove through the streets and alleys, collecting garbage from each house's doorstep. Today was the designated day for collecting combustible waste, and neatly packaged cardboard boxes were stacked on the back cart. Following them was a milk delivery wagon, which visited each house to collect empty milk bottles. Bottles filled with streams of warm fresh milk were taken out from under bed sheets and placed into milk crates. To the tinkling chime of bells, the milkman took a strong sniff of the baking bread scent and rode the horse to the next house. On the opposite lane of the asphalt road, workers who were coming off a night shift walked home to sleep.
Alfheim was a city that was never short of vitality, yet it was very orderly. After a night of celebrations, only having slept for a few hours, the citizens started their daily rhythm of working and living in orderliness.
