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Sub-title: An ordinary citizen finds himself trapped in a bewildering administrative tangle.
Lost in the twists and turns of bureaucracy, Mr. Toussaint Delamar, a 65-year-old retiree, has been waiting for his fishing license for thirty years. A Kafkaesque journey that highlights the inconsistencies and absurdities of the bureaucratic system.
Mr. Delamar began his procedures in 1991, wishing to spend his retirement indulging in his passion: trout fishing. What should have been a simple formality turned into an administrative nightmare, with lost documents, filing errors, shifting responsibilities, and requests for supporting documents that were never clearly defined.
“But where has my fishing license gone?” wonders this former mathematics teacher who, despite all his scientific rigor, has been unable to decipher the bureaucratic code. He recounts being tossed between various departments, each one passing the buck. “One day, I was even asked for a lost declaration for a license I never received!” he recalls.
“I’ve spent 30 years going from one office to another,” Mr. Delamar says. “Each time, I’m given a new form to fill out, or I’m told that my application is being processed. But I still don’t have my fishing license!”
In his eternal quest, Mr. Delamar has become a symbol of the inconsistencies in our bureaucracy. He even coined a term to describe his experience: “the carousel effect,” which refers to going in circles in the administrative world without ever reaching a destination.
“The only thing I’ve managed to catch in 30 years is an impressive collection of administrative forms,” Mr. Delamar remarks, with a hint of bitter irony. A Kafkaesque situation that underscores the urgent need for simplification and modernization of our administration.
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