Discover the Kafkaesque story of an ordinary man confronted with the absurdity of the twists and turns of our administration. A surreal adventure between paperwork, form X-38, and unchangeable regulation.
John Doe, an ordinary citizen, recently found himself caught in the unfathomable gears of administration. This journey to the end of absurdity began with a simple form, the X-38, to be filled out to obtain a new identity card. However, form X-38 required the presence of a Z-19 form, which in turn was subject to the validation of the B-12 form, which, ironically, does not exist.
“I was in an endless loop, a real abyss of papers,” says Doe, still stunned. “They were always demanding more forms, signatures, authorizations… Each department sent me to another department, and the latter sent me back to the first. It was like an M.C. Escher painting, but with forms instead of stairs.”
Continuing his ordeal, Doe tried to solve the enigma of this X-38 form by turning to the central administration service. And that’s where the absurdity reached its peak. The central service had no idea about the X-38 form. “It only existed in a specific sub-office of the unclassified files office, which itself depended on another office that nobody managed to identify,” he explains.
“As my grandfather used to say, ‘administration is like a toolbox without an instruction manual. If you open the wrong box, you can spend your entire life looking for the right screwdriver,'” he concludes. An enigmatic piece of advice that perfectly illustrates the Kafkaesque madness that John Doe fell victim to at the heart of the administration, a structure that is both omnipresent and elusive.
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