Thursday, 12 April, 2018
Amazing to think that in only . . .
. . . more days . . .
. . . I'll be getting to shop again
in street markets all over Europe
like this one in Paris last October
Laurie does love her trinkets and cloth.
The main goal for the daytime was to pick up my Italian government issued work permit card in Varese.
The Varese Questura
It is the police station that includes an as usual overcrowded office for all things immigrant related.
I was there about an hour before the office reopened a 2:30 p.m. after he mandatory lunch break.
So I explored.
This looked interesting
Now a government building
Good repurposing
How can this fountain possibly
be dry after all f he an we've had?
Most of the garden was
closed for security reasons
Dedicated to Varese's
WWII airplane pilots
Lunch!
An arancini, a slice of pizza and an ice cold Fanta worked for me.
I wonder how hot these
red peppers are?
Finally, it was time to queue up at the immigration office. I arrived it time to be #58 but the first number called was #19 so it was not quite so bad.
A lady I stood next to in the waiting room had #94.
Bureaucracy Italian style
While about 80 people crammed into the waiting room, only one of the possible five windows was open while two men just gabbed away behind he glass.
It took 90 minutes but finally I was a 100% documented Italian laborer!
Now for some Skorpion football . . .
It started to rain
during the u13 practice . . .
. . . and then the thunder, lightning and
deluge of biblical proportions hit!
When the lightning hit literally on top of us, we called it a night about half way through practice.
Better off safe than dead is my motto.
Reading Is FUNdamental
How many times can an author
write the words brave, noble
and honest in one book?
BEAT THE RED JACKETS!
No comments:
Post a Comment