They are a lot of people already, and more have been coming. the civil servants seems to spend half of their time explaining that you have to have an appointment. By putting a few papers on the wall, a recorded message on the phone and some pages on their website, they could deliver the same service with half the staff. Or, alternatively, make us wait half less, but i strongly doubt that's their goal.

I'm waiting, bored to death. the time pass, slowly, various people struggling about in which order we are supposed to be served. The public servants seem to be very willing to apply strict rules about who is going to be next, but they seems to have difficulties to communicates these rules, to the point we doubt they know them and don't randomly abuse their minimal power.

I doubt they know the rule. In all honesty I even doubt they know they are supposed to serve us.

I'm bored, trying to prepare myself to the struggle I will eventually end up having, because whatever random paper I was supposed to bring isn't the right color or something. I feel the pain already.

I still haven't admitted myself that I will never leave this waiting room, that I'm condemned to spend the rest of my life sitting is this very unconfortable wooden bench, in the cold with listening to the poor souls trying to get into the office, and failing, because 'you have to have an appointment, call us to get it, or wait and we will set a date, but no need to get upset, it will only slow us all'.

I suppose they are in the process of introducing appointments to get appointments. Might already be the case, as none of us know what are the next steps.

See, I still haven't admitted myself they aren't any next step, that we are stuck forever, waiting for whatever godo.

Do they serve food ? I'm assuming that the various cookies box in the dispenser are going to be eaten soon. If none of them refill it, I have a window to convince all of my inmate to start a mutiny and invade their office.

We need to be hungry enough to be willing to do something, but not too weak so we won't have the force anymore. I'm looking for signs, a kid is crying because he's hungry. The mother lies to him and pretend it will be over soon, la vita e bella.

One of the other prisoners has closed his eyes, I'm assuming he just felt asleep, but I don't see him breathing. Let's wait a few more hours, see if he get even whiter than he is.

A few hours ago, we had a lot of valid young men talking loudly to the guards. Not sure what was the language, but by the tone they weren't happy to be waiting. They seem to have disappeared. Did they manage to escape ? Have they been chained somewhere ? Are they still cannibals in Belgium ?

Now that I think about it, they are very few people that managed to go in the office, but even less that did come out. May be that instead of trying to go in, we should rush out to the exit ?

The bars at the windows are rusty, shouldn't be complicated to escape like that. If I'm lucky, I will be able to connect to a wifi and post this message. if you ever have to come in this townhouse, think about taking a metal saw, and some food for you or that you could trade to buy protection or sexual favours.

More people arrive, it probably means the door is still open. Some did manage to sneak in the office, even if they arrived after us. They might know someone, bribe the right one.

I tried again, they told us they will come when the time has come. I still think I will eventually go in the office. I have to focus on something different, I have to concentrate on how I will exit this.

I'm bored, I'm typing this on my XO laptop, a computer robust, made for kids in the developing world. It'd green and looks solid, it has a handle. i might use it as a weapon, smash the door and go in ?

About half of the person coming ask if we are waiting for procedure XYW, presumably the reason they came. As no one know how this office is -dis-organised, we don't know if our misery is common or if they will die waiting in a different line than us. So, they ask the less and less smily civil servant, that explains to wait here and they will come, eventually.

I'm bored, the floor is tiled with mosaics of about 1 scare centimeter. they are in lines of 297 on average from one wall of the corridor to the other. The corridor is about 10 meters long. I'm wondering that if I put one drop of my blood on each of the tile, will i be able to cover them all before I die ?

On this laptop, that's already the second page, and that's probably as painful to type of this little green keyboard than bleeding to death.

I will suggest a competition with one of my inmate: I type one char for every of his drop of blood. We'll see if the battery is down before he collapse. The most probable answer is that we both will have die of boredom before. I recounted, that's 296 this time.

The most painful is that I know that out of the two zillion random documents I have to bring, several will be missing. One of the major benefit of Europe is that is ease mobility. funnily enough, the one promising this are politicians, that will never move to another country.

Let me tell you that moving between countries is pain. that's the 4th country I moved in, 3 time in Europe, once in Africa. Everytime in europe that's been paintful to death, and I was younger and more resistant. ironically, the only easy time has been in Africa, I gave money to our gardener, and he went visiting the local authorities, military authorities and his family spread in the various ministeries. in one week, I had all the papers explaining they all certify they know me since forever and I live here indeed.

I'm bored, and I miss Africa. At least you know that bribery will save you and smooth the paperwork inflicted pain.

I feel weaker, people are talking is this corridor and the voices bounce on the wall and mix to create a confuse background noise.299 tiles this time.

One went out. Is it my turn ? I feel the pain and I know how that s going to end. My last wish is that is will be quick...