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Last week, Max comes into the bland office on some mid level of the municipal center in Sweden. A woman sits behind the desk; dark hair, tied in a bun in the back of the head, big glasses, no smile, fingers on the keyboard of the office computer.
"Sit down", she says and points at the visitor's chair, a simple thing probably bought in bulk. Max sits down on the orange plastic cover. No "hello, how are you" here, he notes.
"Hi", Max says. "I'm here to report in." He laughed, a bit nervously. He felt uncomfortable for making a joke, and she didn't appreciate it. She just stares at him.
"Report in, for what?"
"Well, I'm supposed to report in for unemployment."
Silence, the woman's fingers tap on the keyboard. "What is your personal ID number?"
Max tells her, though he has to struggle to remember. He hasn't had to use that number for years.
"We'll fill in the benefit claim."
"I don't need it." Max says. "I just want to be able to look for a new job."
"You have to fill in the benefit claim."
"But I don't need any benefits. I've done allright. I've got savings. It's wrong to take money from others if you don't need it."
"Look, you have to fill it in. You need money, to live on, right?"
"But I've got money. Give it to someone else. To someone who needs it."
"We can't just give money away."
"But you want to give it to me?"
"You're entitled to it."
Max leaves the unemployment office, having filed for benefits he doesn't need, with a slightly sour taste in his mouth. He decides to give the money away, if he gets it.
The computer just said no to his wish to not get other people's money.
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