My kafkian afternoon

I'm a huge rock fan. Is the style of music that express my feelings, the way I see things that helps me to feel much better in most of the boring or sad days.
But not anyone thinks like that. For example it was shocking to heard at the radio station that Cambodian authorities decided to interdict rock music in Cambodia. Their justification is that rock instigates to violence, due to the increasing number of rapes in that country in the last months. What do you think about that?
I know there are people who perceive rock music only as pure noise, as being disturbing, associate it with violence, drugs, alchool and decadence. OK! Lets just not mix them up all in one piece.



But my story goes on. Yesterday I felt brave so I've decided to pay the taxes in order to complete my driving exam file. So I've spent a while on the roads the other evening. But the most weird thing happened when arriving at the bank to pay the driving licence fee. I've been told that was impossible. Why? Yesterday was the last day when the fee was still 50 LEI. Starting from today the fee will increase with 18 more. I've asked politely and amazed why was impossible to pay for it. I've been told that due to the increase that was going to be established the next day if I had payed the fee then I'd have to come back and pay the difference the next day. But I was there before the fee increase. It's absurd!

Leaving the bank with a huge smile on my face, a smile of surprise, I headed to the police station to solve some other papers. Once I've got there I've knocked at the first door that of course wasn't the right one to go. I've asked for directions and headed again to the right office. That was spooky I'm telling you! I've entered a building and got into a reception that was deserted and there were no lights. It was dark outside (6.30 in the evening) and it was snowing. And when I finally got in the right building ... Surprise! no one there just dark. There were 3 doors and I began to knock at each of them. One was ... of course the toilet (don't laugh that loud, I can hear you), the next one was closed and the 3rd one was The One.

So you now should believe me when I say that yesterday I felt like Kafka's novel The Trial was real and every absurd story in the book happened to me. What a day!