04.08.06
The Great Equalizer
So today I had to go to the police station to pick up my living permit. I struggle with finding a way to describe the experience to someone who has never been. First, you take a healthy dose of bureaucracy. Add in employees who are tired of dealing with scared foreigners who don’t speak Italian so well. Mix in a crowd of people from every imaginable country. Since the process is never the same from one visit to the next, you’ll have to add a dose of confusion. Now, roll a dice because it seems impossible to know if you have the right documents, or, if you do, if your permit will be done when they say it will be.
And that is kind of what it’s like.
Today, I slayed the bureaucrats - my permit was finished and I’m good for 2 years!