There are many buildings in Vienna that I love dearly. This one is not among them, and I don’t want to see it again any time soon. It is the police headquarter which also houses the DMV. While I have no problems whatsoever with the police – as far as I am concerned they are doing a good job – the DMV cost us an incredible amount of time, money, and nerves. Today, finally, the Mister picked up his driver’s license – a mere 14 months after we started the process. I may write down the entire story at some point. But it is a long one, so you better not hold your breath.