Today was a BIG day.
Left at 9:40am. Went downtown and picked up my passport–means my visa is again registered for one year.
Now I have all my documents (is it even possible?) for immigration except that I need to correct the main application. So I came back to our region and went to the Passport Desk Downstairs Lady, and together we fixed my main immigration application. Very easy to do.
It was about 12:15 by then and the 2nd floor office (where they accept all the docs) opened at 3pm. So I went to McDonalds to wait it out. Poor me. Big Mac, cappuchino, and Dallas Willard’s Divine Conspiriacy.
The Divine Conspiracy: Rediscovering Our Hidden Life in God
I’m telling you, this book is changing my life, changing my view of salvation. It is a m.u.s.t. r.e.a.d. The more I read, the more I understand why my mom gave it to me.
Go back to P.D. second floor about 2:10, and I’m glad I got their early. By the time the man opened his door at 3pm, there were already 6 or so people in line. I was number 2.
First thing he says when he sees my stuff–I have the wrong type of folder (buying a folder was on the list of stuff to get). I need a paper-type folder he can sew the docs into.
So out I run up the street and buy the needed folder for 2 grn (app. 25 cents). Back I go. I give him all the stuff. He looks it over.
You have to understand my mental state. To emotionally survive here, one CANNOT get excited and hopeful that one is finally turning in all the needed documents. Rather, one needs to expect that a problem will be found and that there will be yet one more document or signature to get.
What happned? Did I get all the stuff turned in? Am I home free to get my immigration stamp?
Are you waiting with baited breath?
Well, it’s semi-done. Here’s the deal. On the main application, we listed the girls’ addresses as on Zabolotnovo Street, where Vitaliy is registered/propisen. BUT, on the letter from the doctor at the local children’s clinic, she states them as living on Glyshkova, which is the street where we live–these streets are connecting perpendicular to each other, so very close; however . . . .
He notes the discrepancy. He says he cannot accept this statement from the doctor–I think the whole point is that I need some kind of official letter/statement from someone proving that my children live with us here in Ukraine, because they are included in my immigration.
I tell him it is very hard for me to fulfill that one need because my kids are not in the government system here–they don’t go to kindergarten (I could’ve gotten a letter from their kindergarten), nor are they attended by the local children’s clinic. So what to do? . . . .
He took all my stuff and said they will discuss the question at a meeting next Wednesday. I need to call him on Thursday to find out what’s going on.
So there we have it! Pray for Andre Vladimirovich (that means, son of Vladimir), that God will put an easy (for me) answer in his mind, or dismiss the issue. God might have a better plan, but I’m not sure how else to pray right now.
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