Today is the day that the inspection of the parcel for Japan may take place. It is a random inspection that may take place between eight and ten on this morning. A car from the customs authority may come by and demand to inspect the parcel. If it is in order and the contents are as declared an export licence will be granted. If they do not appear, then the word of the sender will be accepted and a licence will be issued by ten in the morning, the documents will arrive by email and the parcel may be sent.
This will hopefully not happen often. One of the advantages of being part of the European Union is the free transport of goods, and now, in the time of all of these embargoes transport of goods outside the common market is troublesome.
It is still early, the son just left for school, a silent departure, not a word of goodbye or any such superfluous gesture. The coffee made for him and left upon the stove has been consumed, it has been accepted. It is like leaving scraps for the birds, they do not waste time acknowledging such gestures either.
It is another hour and fifty minutes, then the waiting will have its end.
There is time to read about the Russian occupation of Mariupol and their cruel bombardment of Kiev.
Ten in the morning passed, and an email arrived with the documents, and all is safely done. Fold the documents into a transparent cover and tape them to the parcel. Make a 'phone call to ask if it would be in order to take the parcel to the collection point belonging to the service. The woman on the telephone said that this would be quite all right. Leave the parcel at the pick-up point, and that is the end of that saga.
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