At least today I spoke to one woman at the office who was willing to give some information: No, the guy dealing with my my file is presently not in, in fact, he enjoys a holiday. No, I can’t have my licence, they are not having the court sentence yet. No, I can not fax it to them or bring the original round, as they want it from the court itself. And gosh, my licence (the one they took off me) is not enclosed, either. No, she didn’t know, it was originally issued in Austria and hence had to be returned to the issuing offical. No, she has no clue how things could be helped. No, she can not tell me, how long I will have to wait. No, not even an estimate, the only thing she reckons is in my favour being, that my file is fourth on the “to decide” stack on said colleague’s desk. No, she could not take that file and just do something about it. On her stack I would be number 26 or so. And no, they haven’t even bothered doing anything during the weeks from February 1st on in, when I reapplied for it, to make sure I get my shit on time. And no, to hope for it back during next week would not be realistic. I should aim at least at one more month. And no, ringing in regularly won’t speed things up, either. But if I haven’t heard of them in a month’s time I might as well risk another call. And no, I didn’t lose it all together and shouted all the abuse, I so desperatly need to get off my frustrated chest at her. But thanked her nicely, hanging up. I feel like crying ever since. I sceduled lots of appointments, I had to shift to a time, when I could drive again during the coming weeks. And I can’t really push them off any further. I am in despair. No idea how to cope.