Vagabond Artist

What a nightmare! The only way to go there, from what they say on the website is to have an appointment. They ask you what you need to do and then give you an appointment. When you get there and it is a real bitch to get there with public transport, I took a taxi, then you have the tipical idiot at the door that runs around pretending he has something to do an that his job is really important. I said that I had an appointment at 11 to get something done and he seemed so interested and then pointed me to the line. The looooooooong line. I get to the window finally, the line behind me growing with growling people. I say I have an appointment at 11 with baby in tow and they say okay go sit down and they will call you.
Like every Italian public office nothing is clear. Everything is an interpretation and if you are somebody or decrepit they will let you pass everybody else. The guy at the door has the primary function of finding out who is decrepit or VIP and raccomandando to pass everyone else.
Luckily my assistent was extremely helpful in keeping the baby asleep for almost the entire time, somthing that has thrown off todays schedule. Finally they call us and we get to the most incompetent woman that is a permanent nervous breakdown that has to print everything at least twice and has to ask the other guy what to do.
I ended up breast feeding in a chair at the window because the little baby couldn't wait any longer and started to cry. The stressed public officer freaking out while trying to type two documents. I wanted to ask her all these questions but chose not to interfere with her twitching eyes and various tics.
After over two hours we finally left with the mission accomplished. That was incredible. And the French have the gaul (ha ha) to complain about their burocracy?!