I finally got some mail from the city hall (or something). It wasn’t the mail I was looking for. I’m still waiting for proof of my residence so I can buy a scooter, but instead I get some kind of bill for garbage. Great. They can’t give me something I need. Instead they send me a note asking for money. Nice job!
I’m going to single handedly keep you in the Euro zone by paying my garbage bill. I’m so important…

…at least they know where I live. I’m going to sleep good tonight.