bureau-crazy

This is a story of frustration with bureaucracy to the breaking point.

Dad part of the reason we’re leaving is this ICA (Instituo Colombia Agropecuario) baloney.  It takes two days, a mountain of paperwork, trip to the vet.  Laden with confusion, screws you up when they screw up.

I gotta get prueba a culo, and these Colombian vets very thorough, 20 seconds in there seems like 20 minutes. But this bureaucry, I’m only eleven, people tell me I look old.  Why? The general estreo of this general shit.

“Well you have to admit that Colombia is a helluva lot better than Panama. Fraction of the price, fraction of the bother.”

Does ICA (immagracion Colombian Agricultura) have anythong better to do.  Got the search for therabid African Snail thing but I’m a harmless tiny dog and been everywhere in Medellin, they roll out the red carpet.  “Oh que linda Twinkle.”

Y’all remember me. Can you just give me a lifetime pass so we don’t have to go through this basura?