You wanna hear a horror story?
Fine, here goes: yesterday my mother came back from the dead.
It went like this…

The bank asked my father for a certificate – they asked him to provide legal proof that he’s alive.
It happens.
This being August, and administration offices still being in a state of summer torpor, my father downloaded a standard self-certification form from the web, filled in the blanks, and delivered it by had at the bank.
“Here’s my statement of being alive!” Continue reading →