[Disclaimer- These pigeons did not need a permesso di soggiorno to enjoy this view of Florence]
This is you – a dreamer who wanted to leave corporate America, UK, Australia [insert said country here] for a simple life in Italy. A life of picking fresh veggies at the market, leisurely chatting over a cappuccino to the friendly barista that calls you ‘ciccio’, traveling on the weekends and just generally enjoying life. Sounds great right?
Lesson #1, Life in Italy isn’t simple
That was until you realized you needed something titled the ‘permesso di soggiorno’ in order to study, work or live in Italy [and yes I know it sucks in other countries as well].
Even Chuck Norris should be afraid, very very afraid.
[This is where you will be picking up your permesso, bring anti-bacterial soap]
Unless you happen to hail from one of the EU member states
What a wonderful day to go to the Questura! Or so i thought. Ok so for those of you who are not familiar with the Italian Questura, I shall briefly explain what purpose it serves, or doesn’t in my case.
Essentially if you’re a foreigner living in Italy, you must apply for this permit of stay in order to be able to study/work legally. You go there on a previously assigned date, wait your turn, show your documents, and just go home to wait for an sms to inform you that the permesso is ready to pick up. Sounds easy, no? For some, maybe. For me, NEVER! I won’t bore you with details of my previous permesso disasters, not yet at least. Anyway, this time around is a little frustrating as I don’t know for how long I’m staying in Italy and want to be able to travel around Europe :(.
So my appointment was meant to be on the 5th of March but was sent an message informing me that this has been moved to the 26th of March. This brings us to today, finally questura time. Went there earlier than what i was told was my appointment. I feared that they would ask to see the sms one normally receives when they first apply for matters to do with the permesso. The problem is that i no longer have that message on account of having to change phones so much lately, more on that later. That one is a dozzy i must say.
Funnily enough, when i got there, i was not handed a number but instead asked to show them the appointment message. Ta-da! After waiting to speak with someone for an hour or two, I was assigned a new appointment a MONTH from now! Why? I have no idea as the dude at the counter seemed to know less than i did. comforting of course. I had to run off to get to work on time and will be returning tomorrow for round two or is it three? I seem to have lost count.
Oh well.. Gotta wait a few more hours to get those pesky answers! At least I got to see these beautiful flowers on my way back. Made the morning less awful over all.
P.S.: I’m a little late in posting this because I have one of the shittiest internet services, Wind, at home but that’s a story for another day.
Hi there folks. My name is Nagla and I seem to be one of those people who are just luckily ‘unlucky’. Thankfully, it all works out in the end. Too many funny, and not so funny, stories to tell about my run-ins with misfortune though and it just seemed silly to keep them to myself.
Which brings me to the next point. What better time to start this blog than just after Saint Patrick’s Day? Maybe some of that leprechaun luck has rubbed off on me. here’s hoping!
Anyway, hope this serves its purpose, maybe even help someone avoid one of said run-ins themselves. 🙂