When I entered the police station the second time, there were less people. I recognized 5 faces from earlier. They were waiting for something apparently. The officer whom I had spoken to before smiled politely and knowingly. He must have seen it a thousand times. When it was my turn I paid the €196,5...
Read more →Steaming white I had left the police station without noticing where I went. I was glad that I had done so, for I might have said things that would have only brought me deeper in trouble. Now I saw that I was close to Melba, Carola’s coffee place. It felt like a good idea...
Read more →While we walked back to were I had parked the car, as we approached that spot, I tried to see whether the car was still there and had not been towed away. It was with a sigh of relief that I spotted it quietly waiting for us. It was only when I drove off...
Read more →With the missing form we got from the emigration police we drove to the office where I work in the centre. With the help of Popi, short for Penelope, I filled in the form. Somebody needed to sign it and I suggested that she would do that. That was a little bit too much...
Read more →Today we would at long last finalize our registration with the local authorities. We had all the forms (or so we thought) and we were well informed. Friends had translated everything until the last dot on the last iota. What could go wrong? As a reminder to our readers, we had tried this before...
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