Having just filled another inane form, and having sent it back to the relevant authority together with a longish letter explaining everything the form has missed or mangled, I sigh with relief. For three reasons, I must add. The first, and rather obvious one, is that my job is done, at least for now. Even if this particular administrative conundrum bounces back at me, it will take a few weeks for the lumbering authority to contact me again. The second, and far from startling reason, is that I know that every such silly problem solved may last me for quite some years. In transition between two regimes and two lives, as well as two packs of authorities, I will face some of them only once or maybe twice. The third, and somewhat impetuous reason, is that I know that there are at most two or maybe three decades left for me to bear the attention of so many authorities that now breathe down our necks. Year by year, their number and power will grow, and so will their inanity. And they will grow without limit. Until death do us part, that is.

Addendum (October 13, 2016)

Sweet, this. And especially the third reason cited, which made me smile from ear to ear as soon as I came across it. Somewhat impetuous as it surely is, it amounts to the only revenge worth boasting about when it comes to bulging bureaucracies of this world. Ever more powerful as they have become, they are pretty powerless when it comes to good old death. Cheerio! Bye-bye! And fuck you all! As far as revenges go, this one is quite to my liking. And one can relish it well in advance, as well. Who says that there is no such thing as sweet, happy, and gratifying death? Cut out his lying tongue!