I know you’re being sarcastic, but for the sake of people still believing in German efficiency, believe me, it is nothing but a myth.
The inside experience is more one of a Kafkaesque nightmare full of Byzantine bureaucracy where you keep filing all sorts of complicated forms, get them rejected because of a comma in the wrong place, re-file them (of course in triplicate), get them rejected again because of a comma in the right place, re-file once more, only for a deadline to have expired just before, and when you’re finally done with the mountainous amount of paperwork, you’ll be told by some official in no uncertain terms that, despite all the forms, you don’t get to be a cool giant bug as in a proper Kafkaesque nightmare.
German efficiency.
I know you’re being sarcastic, but for the sake of people still believing in German efficiency, believe me, it is nothing but a myth.
The inside experience is more one of a Kafkaesque nightmare full of Byzantine bureaucracy where you keep filing all sorts of complicated forms, get them rejected because of a comma in the wrong place, re-file them (of course in triplicate), get them rejected again because of a comma in the right place, re-file once more, only for a deadline to have expired just before, and when you’re finally done with the mountainous amount of paperwork, you’ll be told by some official in no uncertain terms that, despite all the forms, you don’t get to be a cool giant bug as in a proper Kafkaesque nightmare.