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At the heart of the meanders of our administration lies a Kafkaesque odyssey at the Passport Office, where reality and absurdity intertwine indistinctly.
It’s a normal day at the Passport Office: the clocks tick with military precision, employees come and go like programmed automatons, and citizens patiently wait their turn to acquire the precious document that will allow them to cross borders. But something is amiss: passport applications are accepted, yet passports are never issued.
“We accept all applications as usual, but we cannot process them,” explains agent J-K, hidden behind his computer screen. Aware of the strangeness of the situation, he adds, “It’s a sort of paradox, isn’t it? It feels like a Kafka novel!” Yet, despite this realization, the agent continues to accept applications he knows he will never be able to process.
From the outside, the Passport Office appears to be a key cog in our administration, enabling its citizens to travel the world. However, inside, it seems to have fallen into a space-time rift where administrative efficiency has become an absurd farce, where forms are filled out only to be stacked and never processed.
“I came here to renew my passport, but they told me that even if I filled out the form, I would never receive my new passport,” recounts a frustrated citizen, Mr. K, who preferred to remain anonymous. “It’s an administrative nightmare, a labyrinth with no exit, much like in that Kafkaesque story, The Castle.”
The Passport Office, once a symbol of administrative efficiency, has become a bastion of bureaucratic deadlock, a Kafkaesque reality that far exceeds fiction. Like a well-oiled machine producing nothingness, the office continues to operate in an incomprehensible parody of efficiency and productivity.
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