Our indoctrination into Italian bureaucracy continues. This week was about securing our Residence Permit from the Genoa Questura: “General Headquarters of the Internal Police.”
Day 1 (Tues.)
We made the cross-town trip, ready with the forms, authorization stamps, photos, proof of payment, and related documents. We were also ready with snacks and games for potentially bored children, and a full tank of patience for us.
Result: It seems the Visa for your children was issued in a way that requires additional paperwork. Please return with it tomorrow. (Hey, at least this involved several handsome, uniformed Italian policemen!)
Frustration Level: Quattro (4)...
Day 2 (Wed.)
Paperwork in hand, we return to the Questura after a nice lunch, feeling fueled and cautiously optimistic.
Result: When we said "return tomorrow," we meant in the morning. The people who need to review your materials are not here in the afternoon. (Maybe we should have taken a hint from the exasperated guy at the window while we were waiting.)
Frustration Level: Sei (6), and rising...
Day 3 (Thurs.)
We wake up early, brew the morning macchiato and stretch out our patience muscles. Off we go, stopping outside the building so the girls can offer a fingers-crossed prayer, before we run the now familiar gauntlet to the clerks.
Result (after much deliberation among several administrators): Sorry, but you’ll need to produce these documents with official designation from the State of Oregon. And, you'll also need an authentication stamp from a separate office here in Genoa. Your new appointment with us will be in October.
Frustration Level: Undici (yes, that’s 11!)