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The traffic is busy at nine thirty in the morning, cross the big bridge and walk up the road to the second town hall. There is a bell and a microphone at the door, press the button on the bell.

There is a discussion, they cannot find my name.

This is no wonder, the appointment is in the third town hall, the one dealing with traffic registration and licensing of drivers. Walk there  a quickly as possible, with all the fuss over appointments and documentation to prove vaccination states and masks, it would be silly to have to repeat the visit. It is a long walk, across the small town, parts of it along the river leading to the reservoirs.

Arrive at the building, show the identification, and apologise for being late. Follow the security mans directions to the second floor, and wait until the light at the door turns green. The quick walk was only three kilometres, but still, this makes it really late for the appointment. Apologise for being late, and try to explain the problem with the wrongly identified town hall. The offices are all over the place, the original building was just too small.

After all of this, the official tells me that the necessary documents have not arrived from Munich yet, that is the place where the old licence was issued all those years ago. She is really very helpful, and writes an email to the office in Munich, telling them to hurry up.

Well, that is all.

Walk out of the building, walk past the security guards, and retrace the path back home. Walk a slightly different way this time, and drop into the favourite Italian place on the way. That is the highlight of the morning, a cup of coffee.

The camera will be coming back from it's repair later on, that is something to look forward to.