
So lemme just lay it out for you. Coming from a non-EU country, I can only stay in Germany for 90 days without a visa. After that, i'm pretty sure you get deported.
I came at the end of august, meaning that it's been 90 days at the end of november.
MEANING, i have to get my butt into gear and deal with bureaucracy.
that brings us to my 9 hours at the Ausländerbehörde.
aka.
hell
i had previously attempted to get my visa at a special TU deal where i could get it done more quickly on campus. After waking up really early, i found it was closed for 'organisational reasons'. it was possible to make an appointment to quicken the process, but you have to do it 8 weeks in advance and by the time i found out about the appointments, it was too late to make one before my 90 days was up. SO, i had to go and wait in the line.
and i've never seen a line like this. ive never even heard of waiting like this. trust me, you'll be shocked.
TUESDAY:
woke up at 4:20am, left house at 5:05am.
walked alone to the U-Bahn station in the cold darkness. It was really creepy but i didn't really say any way around it because U-Bahn is the only way to the office.
Started raining on my walk from the station to the office.
had to cross some creepy, windy windy bridge that brought me to a prison-like building. walking the perimiter a bit led me to a line of people curving around the block.
it was about 5:20 by then and there were already about 40 people in line.
AT 5:20!!!!!
keep in mind that the office opens at 7 am.
sooo, i got there an hour and 40 minutes early and still was far back in line/
this leads me to almost 2 hours of cold pain dealing with the windy rain while in line.
talk about a test of mental ability dealing with cold like that.
i can say with all certainty that i have never been colder in my life.
berlin brings all sorts of new experiences, right! ?
i wanted to punch the employees inside, parading around, setting up the line dilly-daddies, being warm...
and then a ton of people cut to the front of the line and a yelling fight broke out.
i can see why though, i spent have the time in line looming over how much i hated the lady in front of me's umbrella.
cut me some slack! it was early AND freezing! the cold does things to your head.
but i was pissed all those people cut, but not pissed enough to actually move my mouth or body and do something about it.
thinking back though, they were probably part of the reason i was there for so long.
got in. waited in line, got a number, waited in a waiting room for about 3 - 4 hours, gave all my papers to some lady, waited again for another 3 or so hours and FINALLY got my number called again.
but during this time i actually thought i was gong to go crazy.
like actually crazy. it felt like prison. so many times i was about to just get up and go, but i knew i couldn't go through it again, so i just toughed through it.
towards the end i met a really friendly russian girl so chatting with her helped pass the time and return me to a state of sanity.
when my number got called i entered a different room where Frau Böse (böse means evil in german, no joke) had my
file laid out on the desk. It kinda creeps me out the the goverment has a whole file, just on me. It reminded me of the DDR.
anyhow, she gave me a card and sent me upstairs to pay at the Kassemachine.
the bureacracy was out of this world.
she signed off on the reciept, put few more things in my
file and then finally printed out my visa, signed it, and then put it into my passport.
i can't even look at it though, it reminds me too much of waiting in line. but i guess being able to stay is worth 9 hours of brain melting boredom. can't it be considered torture making someone wait 9 hours and not provide music, television, magazines or even interesting pamphlets !?
anyhow, it's done. but if you're from a non-eu country and want to stay in germany for over 90 days, MAKE AN APPOINTMENT.
but turns out my 90 days had restarted because i went to dublin, so i wasnt' being totally illegal!
this whole experience kept reminding me of the opera we did at UCSC last year,
The Consul