25 March 2009

German bureaucracy

I am taken back 30 years to my youthful job hunting days visiting the Arbeitsamt. Today it's the Rathaus to apply for a passport to fill up with African stamps later this year. There is something uniquely grim and sober about those corridors. When the rain pelts down outside and it's never going to be spring again I wonder whether it's possible to have efficiency without Kafkaesque architecture.

1 comment:

  1. Hey! You're in the Motherland! Not just for bureaucratic purposes, I hope.