Cos I know you all find this very interesting, after weeks of stressing I finally made it to the Office de la Population to tell them I’m leaving. I was imaging all sorts of Kafkaesque horrors, but in true Swiss style they just made me queue twice, took 25francs off me, tore up my permit and printed off a piece of paper saying that I’m taking leave of Switzerland. That’s it. I’m out. Just the tax people now…
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