ßöмßäяðîëя;5807589 said:
Thanks, G.
Love me the Desert Fox. Almost as badass as the Dessert Vixen.
What has the emigration/dirty immo process been like?
Waterboarding, day and night. Then they put you in some makeshift camp in France and set your things on fire. The true Europee-on welcome experience. :heart2:
True story though... I do get in administrative lines from hell with a lot of North Africans, South Asians, etc. So I do share a lot of the same filthy immo lines and bureaucracy as a privileged white expat.
Like everything in Portugal seems to be based on a video bingo system. It's some arcane process whereby people wait in concrete slab basements like some kind of awaiting-death purgatory for foreigners while TV video screens pop up combinations of letters and numbers like a video bingo game. You get a scrap of paper with your bingo numbers on them. Sometimes multiple numbers, depending on what you need to do. And then you find out after 2 hours you were in the wrong line and then someone bothers to tell you the one you should have been in. Or someone tells you to come back tomorrow because you didn't have this form filled out or that you don't speak enough Portuguese. Or you miss that a brand new corner of the window started flashing separate numbers and you missed your number being called there.
It's kind of a major contrast from, say, the German system: where everything is modeled with rules and routes for how everything works. In the German model, if you're not an exception case, everything flows right as planned. But if you are the exception, the system has no way of knowing what to do with you.
In the Portuguese system, all the rules are Byzantine and contradictory... like you cannot apply for B until you have A first, but you can't get A until you have B. But because everything is a hack, you get the right people involved and they find a way to subvert the system and get things to work eventually.