Wow, the second post in a row, we are being freaking generous! Let’s now admit this story happened somewhat in November (for God’s sake) and as Tina said its a #BlastFromThePast. And it’s all yours, totally in the style of our October-November adventures.
That would be fair to say that I started to fall in love with the Deutsche Post here. It is super fast, the delivery guy comes in 2-3 days after you order smth and as simple as that you receive your package. But I didn’t know that all of these could change.
I was sent a product to test and write a review for my PR side job (NOTE: successfully had quit the job by now). Well, firstly, it’s a PR sending so it’s kind of the benefit you get from a company (not in the money form). Remember it, we will need this later.
So, I was sent this package of menstrual cups from the USA, Portland. The company kindly sent my tracking number and took care of everything. I just needed to receive the box when it arrives. A couple of days later I received this letter that says that my package is waiting for me in the place named Zollamt. I kind of already saw where it was all going.
The letter also said that if I want it to be delivered by a delivery guy I would have to pay 28 Euro. I was not about to do that and was determined to go to this place with such an unwelcoming name and pick it up myself.
So, I had a 2 hours gap in my schedule and I was totally ready to devote the time for the package hunt. Little did I know what an experience I was about to enter. I took the tram and went to almost the last tram station. When I say ‘the last’, it means really, it’s out of the city in the area of factories and empty fields. It’s getting dark and I have 6% of battery. That is the picture that I saw when I got out the tram:
Yeah, it looks like a row of giant cans of paint. But I needed to go in another direction that didn’t look safe either. I was kind of doubting all this operation for a second (or good five minutes) as there we no people, literally no one except me. I use the maps and my phone shows 4% now, but I reach the place. That is the entrance just for you to know. DOESN’T. LOOK. WELCOMING.
Just to mention I watched the first episode of Stranger things season two in the morning that day and this place looked exactly as the evil research station or whatever they have there. Or as a military object. Both are pretty frightening. I entered one of the buildings, this eagle btw looks pretty awful for a peaceful institute like German Post.
I go upstairs and the place reminds me of a post office somewhere in a Russian city far from civilization. Everything looks very old and you can already smell bureaucracy.
I gave my letter to the lady and here the weirdest conversation happens. She asks who paid for the package. I say that the shop that sent it paid itself. I don’t know why but the next question is “What is inside the package?” I say “Hygiene products” (because that is what inside). She invites me to come into her room, places the package in front of me, gives me a paper knife and insists of me opening the package (because she has no right to do it. But. WTF is happening?). So I open it. And there are hygiene products. Now she believes me. Wow. The name and the address and checking my passport was not enough.
And then she says that I have to pay some percentage of the value of the package. Once again. To pay them for the product that I was sent for free. That is not how it works right? So they make me pay 10 euros (but I do as I just wanted to leave that place) for this awful experience and then as both post workers have no idea how to work with the computer they make me wait for 20 minutes until they manage to print the receipt.
Why was I writing this? I hoped this could count as a therapy session for I was too broke to have a real one.