And when I say 7 is 7. POINT.
I wanted to write about Africa, on pain of Africa and of Africa, but this episode just happened to me has evaporated any poetic purpose. It will recover but now I need to say that here in Germany, things are so efficient that, for better or for worse, sooner or later, you will pay this dear efficiency. Specifically
today has cost me about 65euro which is what I paid to receive a parcel from Argentina which also arrived late, when I was already in Africa and after 7 days 7 has been diligently and promptly sent back to sender in Argentina. Got it? In Argentina, not in Frankfurt, but across the world. No matter, 7giorni7 and stop.
So happens today, I introduce myself to the post office across town to pick up my package full of happy tango (which by the way I would be served within a week) and what they tell me after 5 minutes of embarrassing research in microscopic drawers (each box contained something like 12 CD) is: "We sent back because they are provided for the past 7 days interval between the delivery of the mail and pick up the package at the branch of competence . We can not do anything and she can only to reply to the sender once it has received back the bundle can return it to him (omission, at my expense). "
not bat an eyelid, right?
I insisted that they would track down and stop shipping the package but it seems impossible. Efficient but not available.
And while I figured my CD's floating in the Atlantic, dazed and forlorn as those who have waited so long and in vain, and will review them as if those who knock on the door, I felt proud and imperfect and imprecise and approximate.
Why I say who cares when efficiency is not accompanied by common sense?
