Unfortunately times change
and sometimes not for better
but for worse.
At state intitutions
you wait for hours
in one queue after the other
while highly incapable people
work at African time
where tomorrow is another day
and do not exactly know
how to solve problems
and call on superiors
one after the other
and it happened to me
that I had to collect
a tax clearance certificate
and after waiting
needlessly in three wrong queues
my temper was rising
and when I got
to the right location
a big notice on the wall said
that the taxman
honours your privacy
and do not give out
any information
to other people
and without a word
or any resistance
or any demand
to proof that I may act
on her behalf.
my girlfriend’s documents
was printed out
and handed to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem