Abenteuer in Argentinien

Vor kurzem sandte ich ein Paket mit ausgesuchten Barprodukten an meinen Freund Daniel in Argentinien und ich war von vornherein besorgt. Ich sah ein paar griesgrämige südamerikanische Schlitzohren bei der Post und bei den Zollbehörden sitzen. Daniel gab mir einen kleinen Zwischenbericht-ein Grund mehr an die Weisheit"Glaube an das Beste und erwarte das Schlechteste!zu glauben! Nebenbei bemerkt Daniel lebt nicht in Buenos Aires.

Hier sein Bericht:

The parcel finally arrived march 01, but I had to wait until the next monday to go to the post office. The officer opened the box in front of me and guess what? he didn´t have a clue about bitters... surprise! so that stupid monkey decided to send me to the custom office.

So I went to the custom. I even talked with a custom officer who resulted to be one of my clients, but there were more problems. Historically ironic. They decided that your bitters are medicine (are those guys living in the XVIIIth century?) and sent me to the ANMAT (some sort of national administration of medicine or something) in Buenos Aires... I called them, and they sent me to the National Food Administration, also in Buenos Aires... I called them and, more surprises: I found a living human being there who actually knows what is bitters!!!

That lovely lady gave me the instructions to send a letter, TO THE NATIONAL DIRECTOR OF THE ADMINISTRATION!!! telling him about my problem and asking him to dispatch the order to the custom to let me get the bitters.

I´ll have to make this personally in Buenos Aires so I´m planning my trip very soon.

No kidding man, this is latin america - half way between a Kafka´s novel and "midnight express"...