So two months before departure, it is sometimes pretty haywire during the preparations. Here is a little episode:
After a phone call with the tax office, I had to personally report to the community. First it went to the population control. The nice lady at the counter attentively listened to my story. Her facial expressions changed several times between a smile and total dismay. In the end, I did not even remember if she believed anything at all. Her first standard answer was then immediately: "A small moment, I have to clarify first." I have heard this sentence in the course of the day about five more times. The rest went pretty fast. First, I was given my certificate and then explained the lady that I have no permanent residence in Switzerland now. Cheers Nägeli! was immediately the first thought. That's a pretty strange feeling. That is exactly how a nomad must feel. I could register with the certificate abroad, if I want to settle down somewhere. Did you mean afterwards? If that had heard my mother! The rest of the stay in the parish hall was no less interesting. The head of the section only smiled and received from the tax office ten days later a letter in which they assumed that I would emigrate to Germany! Something like longer individual trips does not seem to exist with the Swiss authorities. Anyway, I have now turned on my accountant and hope to clarify the whole bustle before departure. In between, there are also more enjoyable moments. This week I got my 90 days valid Iran Visa by mail. Judihui!