you thought that i was going to bare my soul here? nope. that is not it either.
still this thing with the feeling does not let me alone.
here i am thinking of my taxes, tax declarations, and all that good stuff which involves giving the government some money so that later they can pay for my trips to istanbul and other good stuff, like roads and trash collection. i have however a problem with the trash collection thing. in bern one still has to put a stamp on the trash bag so that the garbage collectors will take it. no, i don't have a dog and don't pay dog taxes.
back to the fucking taxes! yes, that is how i feel about it. i am as social an animal as any other, and i have no issue with the basic idea of paying taxes, however when it comes to my own declarations... i'll do just about anything to get out of it.
yes, there are some good stories to tell about me and the local tax office, slowly i am looking at it as lessons in modesty. i am actually starting to like the people at the tax office, they have tremendous understanding for the chaos in my life, and the utter mess in my accounting.
