Update on the Greencard Saga:
Last Friday, I was
fingerprinted. The "invitation" had shown up in the mail, and although I
was petrified to miss my appointment, I verified time and location only
about a dozen times. A friend and colleague, went with me or better,
drove there and took me with her. I probably would have wrapped my
little Honda twice around a tree before I'd arrived there...
The
office was located in a nondescript office building. Wise from trips to
the American consulates in Europe (where I wasn't even allowed to take
in a coat) and Israel (no cell phone or bag), I'd left everything in my
car. This, however, was the Deep South and in spite of the big signs NO
GUNS! NO CELLPHONES!, the friendly security guys simply asked whether we
were packing, My friend walked in with her cell phone and her handbag
and I somehow have the feeling they would have watched her little Glock
for us, had we brought it. When I entered the first waiting room, it was
filled with people, all waiting to be sworn in as citizens. I was
nearly in tears-I, who'd been raised in the most anti-nationalist
climate possible! The fingerprinting itself took about 2 minutes of
pressing my fingertips around on a glass surface, plus getting yelled at
because I had failed to sufficiently turn away from the screen. After
all that excitement, I went shopping.
Now, all I have to do is wait for my Advanced Parole papers (aka travel permit), and my Greencard.
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