How shmanayut immigrants in Italy
yesterday to me suddenly unexpectedly raided by police - to check whether I live where stated, and now if we had a citizen Italy's marriage, or so, for personal gain. By greed, by itself, means Italian citizenship. Depending on the check result decision about whether to grant a residence permit - in anticipation of citizenship - to the applicant. All is good - I'm always for control and for the order - but that's only one snag: residence permit I already have. Yeah ...
"What? How is it there? "- Opened his eyes wide employee police headquarters. It turned out valiant law enforcement officers were in full confidence, I myself had lived quietly with the receipt, podverzhdayuschy posted a request for conversion to student permesso permesso for family reasons. I sat him down in the living room and laid out before him like a fan, marriage certificate, identity card and merry greenbacks leaf form of the notorious permit. This permesso I got as soon as returned from their honeymoon: just a couple hours of waiting in the street under the October drizzle and a couple of hours in the police headquarters itself - and the lust bamazhka - yours. And all because without you notes - not even a bug, but worse. Therefore ready to get wet for hours under rain and sweating in a stuffy room among crying babies, squabble Arabs and hysterical staff police headquarters.
addition to the initial surprise, everything went smoothly: guards walked around the apartment, checked-in wardrobes, refrigerator, kitchen cabinet, the presence of two toothbrushes in the bathroom, have desired to see the joint photo with her husband, made here at home, and a similar overhaul remains seem pleased. It should be here by the way, notice that my Swedish colleague also had to be subjected to such ... mmm ... inspection, but was pardoned. "And then you came to our Italy? Is it not better unless you lived in your civilized Sweden? "- inquired her policeman before the leave. I know, again, I will pronounce that I'm too close to heart perceive everything that happens, and I have a persecution complex - say, a Russian is always more nagging - but where's the excuse, equality and fraternity? Porylis in my underwear drawer - and check it! If you hesitate, I'll tell you beforehand that there is: my Swede - a big fan of H & M in all its closets manifestations.
And it's not in envy (I proshmanali, and barely glanced at her, because it is Swedish), but in general it is clear to any immigrant mess in charge of our bodies. How could the police headquarters did not know about the presence of my residence permit, if its very me and betrayed? Eh, can not hear me there lopochut in response??
My guards just splutter my response to my - very polite, he's the performance - the proposal as something to go and check the documents Arabs, on the square every night tusuyuschihsya Kayatstso, or the gypsies in the area of Central Station. After all, it is terrible not only Italians, but to us, immigrants, too. You know what I heard in response? "A. .. Signora .. Do not think ... we not only Kayatstso, we even travel around the outskirts of inspection. " Siniora did not think Signora just looks and writes about what he sees. Just like akins in Central Asia - "I see that and I sing."
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