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(i) your appartment has less than 30m² but still …

(ii) you have to search for your passport for more than 20 minutes.

What surprises me most about myself is my reluctance to change my approach to searching. I usually always start by asking myself: “Where would a normal person put X?” In this case of a passport the answer to this was some sort of drawer or a box dedicated to valuables. Of course, that’s not where I found it. That just wouldn’t be me.

It was in a big travel bag full of books, CDs and photographs. This bag was in turn covered by a family pack of toilet paper. Now that’s exactly the kind of place where a person like me keeps his passport.

When will I finally learn to look in these kind of places first?!

… and I still have to arrange my clothes and put them back in the wardrobe.

I mean, there are self-inflating mattresses, self-supporting constructions and self-cleaning ovens.

So why can’t there be self-arranging rooms?

[Actually, it’s only the 15th century in the Islamic calendar, the 52nd in the Hindu calendar, the 58th centurey in the Hebrew calendar and probably something like the 137000000th century in the atheist calendar, I guess.]


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