Friday afternoon, I was at the local copier place, making copies of three (3) months worth of financial documents, our tax receipts, and our newly-translated medical insurance policy. I made over 400 copies. I made so many that the owner gave me the student price of 6 cents a copy. She probably just wanted to get rid of me. She doesn't take credit cards, and I hadn't been to the bank recently.
I then collated them all into three stacks. One for us and two for the fonctionnaire at the Prefecture at Cite.
We analyzed and rehearsed our positions. We weren't going away empty-handed again.
This morning, we got up early, had our coffee, showered, got dressed and hit the metro. The paperwork mandated during our previous meeting, fit nicely in one of our flight carry-on suitcases, the stack was too heavy and cumbersome to carry, even in a briefcase.
As usual, we got there too early. We tried to spot the fonctionnaire who had been so brutal with us the last time. She was there again, same guichet, #3. We kept our fingers crossed, breathing little prayers. Go on a break, go to the bathroom, take a long time with the people you're with so someone else will call our number. Our prayers were answered. After waiting for more than an hour, another woman called our number. We approached, gave her the enormous stack of papers, explained them a bit.
She told us to wait (again). More than an hour later, our number was called again. She gave us the approval, without explanation. We packed it all back into the suitcase and hit the metro. A mere three hours at the Prefecutre this morning.
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