But worst of all is the anxiety. I am not in control. Whatever I do can be undone by the person behind the glass who has only a few sheets of paper to form an opinion of me and decide whether I am worthy of entry to the promised (or less so) land. And this person may be having a bad day or decide that he/she doesn't particularly like me.
"What if my application gets refused?" - "Well, you won't go there then, is that so bad" - "No, life goes on, but still, why can't I be treated like a normal person" - "Well, they have to keep their jobs for their citizens" - "Yes, I get it, but it's been 9 years that I do this over and over again, I was never refused a visa anywhere, and I still have to treat every time like the first time" - "Well, it's your choice, in the end you are the one that wants to go there - you can always choose not to go" - "But that's not the point" - "So what is the point" - "..." .
There is really no use arguing with myself over this, I always lose.
Anyway, today my visa interview was a good experience, nay a great one. Everything went well, the personnel was friendly and respectful and treated me like a human being (except for the gigantic security guard who screened me again on the way out). And I got my visa. And it is going to be valid for much longer than I applied for. And it will be delivered promptly. Alleluia
Does this mean my faith in the "system" is restored. Not at all. It's still inhuman. There should be a global database that keeps track of all the visa attempts and eases the process as you go for more and more visa interviews. I will be very happy the day I can just pick up my passport and travel wherever I want without planning and gathering documents months in advance. See you in fantasy land...
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