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Have you ever had that exquisitely frustrating feeling that nothing is moving forward? You know the one—when you’ve done everything: the letters (registered, of course, otherwise where’s the fun?), the phone calls (complete with hold music that slowly invades your dreams), the carefully written emails… In short, you’ve explored every possible administrative dimension. You’ve even reached that advanced level where you begin to question whether your file actually exists.

And yet… nothing. Pure administrative void. As if your file has developed a mind of its own and decided: “Nope, not today.” And there you are, powerless, left with the only remaining option: following up… and following up again… until you’re dangerously close to polite harassment (because of course, we stay civilized), directed at people whose job is, quite literally, to complete that very file. Yes, the one you so generously fund through your taxes.
So naturally, people ask: “Why do you have such a grudge against public servants?” What a mystery. Perhaps because you’re sent from office to office like you’re playing a real-life treasure hunt… except there’s no treasure at the end. Just another counter. Another number. Another department. It almost feels like the goal isn’t to process your request, but to test your psychological endurance.

And then there’s that lingering impression that they have all the time in the world… while yours mysteriously disappears. Some even sprinkle in a hint of condescension, that subtle “I know I’m untouchable” vibe. And there you are, smiling politely, while internally drafting a full-blown dramatic novel.
Yes, this morning, I admit it—I’m slightly… let’s say… irritated. After a month of writing, calling, and going from place to place—sometimes to offices I didn’t even know existed—I’m back to square one. The file? Still going nowhere. And the best part? All I need is an appointment. One simple stamp. A task the front desk could handle in thirty seconds… but no, it’s “not within the protocol.” Ah yes, the protocol—that mystical force more powerful than logic itself.

But hey… let’s breathe. It’s the weekend tonight. Let’s put this aside, try to regain some peace of mind, and avoid letting my thoughts turn into far less diplomatic words. Because deep down, if I actually said everything I’m thinking… there’s a good chance my file would be delayed by a few more months.
Stay strong to everyone navigating the administrative maze. May the paperwork be with you.