…is what we spent in the offiices of the Migration Board. Minutes during which the future for -W- was decided, essentially by someone who used to live in a city approximately 600 km (as the crow flies across part of the Mediterranian) from his hometown. This in a country where there is little mobility from one region to another and where the dialects can differ very much even within less distances than this.
On top of that, I thought this interview had to happen in their offices because they needed to check our identities… Not so. I could’ve sent my 26 year-old neighbour and all she would have had to do is to say that she was me…. That makes me wonder why these things can’t be done via video conference since it would achieve the exact same thing at a lower cost.
Oh – forgive me! Government Agencies are not supposed to do things the most efficient and cheapest way, because then everyone employed there wouldn’t have anything to do. Sorry! I forgot!
This picture is for Laurie, who asked me yesterday about my pictures.
This is what comes out of the camera on a setting called Auto. That’s when the camera tries to do it all – despite circumstances. I don’t use that very often, but it works well when the glare from the snow is too much to handle.
Because then I can create pictures like this just by adjusting exposure.
This kiddo is beat by now. 450 km driving and arguing with a teenager who wants stylish before sensible, took its’ toll today. He’ll be freezing some before the next trip to a bigger town – but that’s a choice he made.
G’night!
