It starts with a long disorganized line of chaos. By the looks of it, one might think free Gucci shoes or handbags. In the most authentic Borat flare- "Not!" Yet, I was a diligent foreigner and did arm myself with 6 hours of America's best TV shows- Desperate Housewives, Grey's and 24 on my ipod with extended battery pack. So thanks to all who gave me Itunes giftcards.
I examined the line for the The Questura. I'll begin by telling you this is the antithesis of the Disneyland spirit, without any excitement and a headache of long lines. As a student I needed to register with the national bureau to obtain the "Permesso di Soggiorno."
What I caught me off guard was the cutting and pushing, from my "peeps," or far removed relatives, as my friends refer to. So I had to let my ancestral bloodline take a hold and resolve to survival tactics from the Chinatown bakery queues. With a couple of stern looks and elbows, I prevailed.
My elementary girl Spanish came in handy with the fellow stranieri in the line as they escorted me inside with them. Keep in mind the latin root, Quest. After 1 episode of Grey's, and an invincibility shield from my Peruvian stranieri I made it to the office. With a stern and serious face, the gentleman worker explained I needed to go to the post office for my type of Permesso. Were their other types?
So that was my next of many stops. As of now I've been to 2 post offices, an incomplete application which I cannot make any sense of, and instructions that I must march on to the Camera Del Lavoro.
Update: after 1 year of filing proper paperwork, it never arrived.
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