This reminds me of a kafkaesque experience I recently had with Austrian customs authorities, the Austrian postal system, and a mysterious package that never arrived. It’s very funny, if you’re into Kafka’s humor, but also very long, for a story in which nothing is ultimately achieved despite a lot of emailing and telephone calls (on my side) (in an attempt to pursue their initial inquiry re: whether I had ever received said mysterious package (answer: no)) and (on their sides) pretending to be 1.)invisible or 2.)not responsible, or advising me 3.) to contact the sender, unknown to me, to initiate a search while 4.)treating my suggestion that I initiate a search directly with them, since they obviously know about said parcel, so I won’t succumb to the temptation to tell my story on your blog. I’m just saying, if that photo were in German, it could totally be Austrian.
I wonder what it is about postal services that engenders such labrynthine and deliberately obtuse bureaucracy. It seems like the worst Kafkaesque tales always come from people dealing with the post office, regardless of what country is involved.
Also, I am saddened to hear that the Arschbar is no more, but art *is* fleeting, I guess.
This reminds me of a kafkaesque experience I recently had with Austrian customs authorities, the Austrian postal system, and a mysterious package that never arrived. It’s very funny, if you’re into Kafka’s humor, but also very long, for a story in which nothing is ultimately achieved despite a lot of emailing and telephone calls (on my side) (in an attempt to pursue their initial inquiry re: whether I had ever received said mysterious package (answer: no)) and (on their sides) pretending to be 1.)invisible or 2.)not responsible, or advising me 3.) to contact the sender, unknown to me, to initiate a search while 4.)treating my suggestion that I initiate a search directly with them, since they obviously know about said parcel, so I won’t succumb to the temptation to tell my story on your blog. I’m just saying, if that photo were in German, it could totally be Austrian.
BTW, I checked, and the Arschbar is gone.
I wonder what it is about postal services that engenders such labrynthine and deliberately obtuse bureaucracy. It seems like the worst Kafkaesque tales always come from people dealing with the post office, regardless of what country is involved.
Also, I am saddened to hear that the Arschbar is no more, but art *is* fleeting, I guess.