Red means stop.

When a person is not willing to fit within the administrative matrix that is spun around all of us, it will be discovered it is very possible.
It takes courage, virtue, creativity, inventivity and determination, but one can manoeuvre oneself outside the bureaucracy and be free.

One can make oneself a person who has for the administrations in the world more or less disappeared.

A posting or two could be written after four years of experience how to do is.
After four years of not administratively existing.

This situation has many advantages.
And once it is achieved, it is easy and comfortable.

Nevertheless, with certain intervals, things do come up.

For example a driving license.
That document at a certain moment expires.
And one must avoid trouble when in specific situations a valid driving license is required, like renting a car or in case of being stopped at a traffic checkpoint.

But worldwide a driving license is locked to a residence permit.
One must actually live somewhere.
Must be registered as a citizen in a town, in a street and in a house.
Remember that on a driving license is your address.
A country will not exchange your current driving license or issue a complete new one, if you are not officially living there.
And this you have to prove.
With a document called a Residence Permit and often with an electricity bill in your name of the official address where you live.

So, when you are flying above the earth, free as a bird, escaped from all administrative chains, how to get a new driving license when the old one is expired?

It is this challenge that is being faced and it looks that there is no other solution but to simply pass the driving test again.
This will soon happen and the fervent and loyal blog readers are requested to light a candle in front of the statue of Maria, our Holy Mother, and any saint that might be willing to give blessing and a symbolic helping hand.

Because the first time in the life when the ultimate driving examination was performed, it didn’t go very well.
It was at the age of 21 in the Netherlands.
Where passing the test was hardly possible as it was that severe.
Many Dutch people therefore need to do the test more than several times.
Hence, one may imagine how nervous the aspirant, young driver was when showing up for the driving test.
In fact, the nervousness was so bad that it had been feared it might ruin the whole damned exercise.

Therefore a friend had made a tranquillizer available.
Some of those little yellow pills were swallowed beforehand and in an excellent and most relaxed mood the car was entered, greeting mellowly, like having smoked bananas, the examinator in the passenger’s seat.

He gave the instructions where to drive and everything went so fucking well.
It all felt like driving on clouds and that the car was steering itself.

Until shortly after the start the official ordered to go back to base.
Why, was the question.
Because you ignored two red traffic lights.
Two red traffic lights?
What red traffic lights?
All kinds of colours had been noticed while driving so smoothly but nothing red could be remembered.

It was not such a good idea after all to take little yellow pills from a friend when a test for driving had to be passed.
The second time the driving test was made only on determination and willpower and the passing was gloriously.

This will be the strategy for the new test to be performed soon.
To be focused.
Centred.
Decisive.
Seeing red and green colours only.
Nothing yellow.



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