In this office they like Raffaello candies, in that one they like cognac. This deputy rector is sympathetic to our department, but his colleague in the neighboring office isn’t. This bookkeeper is mean, but the other one is nice, so it’s better to wait until the first one leaves, and then you’ll end up with the second one. This office is almost always closed, and so if you happen to need something from them, you either have to sit in front of the door or keep calling them over and over. You’ve probably already guessed that there’s no reception schedule posted on the door. And so on, and so on, endlessly. And when I get to my own department’s office and say: “I was at the academic secretary’s office,” everyone knows to offer me a chair and some valerian.