Passports...

Today, I went to the Ekeren district house[1] to get me a passport, in order to be able to fly to Argentina in about a month. As I was queueing at the desk, I realized that I'd forgotten some pictures of myself, so I left the queue, found the closest photo shop, and had them take some pictures of me. When I returned to the district house, gave them my new pictures and my identity card, with the request to furnish me a passport, the lady behind the desk told me that I apparently still had a passport. While no longer valid, I still need to hand that in before I can be given a new passport. Or, alternatively, I could go to the police office, tell them that I cannot find the passport anymore, and use the document they'd give me to get me a new passport. That, too, would work.

So that's the option I decided to take. I quickly went to the police office, which is rather close to the district house; luckily nobody was queueing before me there. By the time I got back to the district house, it was about 14:50, while they close at 15:00. So I went ahead and started queueing again.

Suddenly, I notice that my pictures were gone. For some reason, the idiots at the photo shop have deviced an "envelope" that does not hold the pictures -- they have three places where they can easily leave the "envelope". And that's exactly what had happened: no more pictures. So I ask the lady behind the desk whether she'd be willing to wait a few more minutes after their official closing time, so that I'd be able to go and look for them. She didn't mind.

Unfortunately, I only found one picture. The other five were nowhere to be found... and with only one picture, the district office can't help me; they need two of them.

So, now, I've not only lost an hour of my life, but I've also lost €8.00 for pictures that are now no longer useful to me. And I'll have to do all of this again, some time next week.

Dammit.

[1] although I don't live in Ekeren anymore, officially I do: the apartment where I live does not exist according to the Mechelen city administration. Before I can officially move there, the landlord needs to deal with that, which apparently involves quite some bureaucracy. For one thing, he needs 6—yes, six—copies of the building plans, along with a particular form with a particular number. Probably needs to jump through a number of hoops, too—I wouldn't be surprised.