A conversation with a Polish woman who accepted copy of fingerprints was difficult. She believed in her adequacy by asking on visa without making specification and respectively I responded that doesn’t understand sense of her question. She asked me on knowledge Polish instead make clear what does she mean. I said negative. The woman repeated first question and logically I rejected what I hadn’t. However, she had mine applying form where I indicated on having US visa. She mentioned that I had this thing. And I responded positive and gave details after which I was relocated in the next queue. I willn’t rid from contact with language chauvinists until I’ll able to put my representative though I already have good candidates in my cat or anybody from dogs. They are great negotiators. All of them. However, I’ll do better. I will send donkey. They’ll find common. However, I want to say that donkeys are very clever animals and more better than that woman behind window. I thought two days later that it would be a wonderful comedian film about an American with one of deep accents who decided to implement his long dreaming Europe journey but everybody, who are not native speakers, thinking he doesn’t know language and they try speak on fingers, slowly and repeat what just said though a protagonist asked other. Or tell what a main hero just pronounced. To be honest, I can for curiosity say an American form of word for check knowledge reaction of European who doesn’t understand what I said.
A Turk man and a Ukrainian lady were in front of me all time. I left first behind because he was late with putting his stuff back in metal detector zone. I came to sits where was a second queue but presenting a Ukrainian girl who had non-speaking English parents stayed nearby of sits and she said that I’m supposed to stay behind them. I started to explain by pointing on the Ukrainian lady but she didn’t catch sense what’s typical from a country of ex-Soviets to not be capable in make things clear and solve. That girl (whose name Vita if I looked in right passport of that black-longhaired.) didn’t see a fallen empire but she inherited this mentality. The Ukrainian lady who was in same age range with the Ukrainian girl was same because I saw it in her manners. That’s why I will never do any business with Ukrainians. The Turk man joined behind of the Ukrainian lady when I talked with Vita. Eventually, I revealed, she didn’t lie by speaking with her but that family blindly missed two people at least and, perhaps, more. Inner pushed me to accept and I became behind them.
A crazy house ended when I met with a consul with whom could speak English and get adequacy. A conversation with her reminded me to get tying though she asked simple standard questions. I gave detailed answers. I offered my proof but the consul accepted only my words. After that, she asked on waiting. It took time which caused rising of tension. Her face looked unwelcome and made to think that can happen turning to a negative result. But I came to win. I seduced her by telling three not the most dirties jokes. Okay, I didn’t do that. It always seems that person can look unfriendly by just showing face without feeling while such look usually speaks on neutrality. Mind shouldn’t be occupied by these prejudices. The consul said on approval. I thanked and did farewell.
However, don’t say over until it will. Only getting document back will final because I believed it can change and I was right by checking status which informed on possibility of swapping with decision. The consul said the document will ready on the next day. I did checking in the second half of that next day. It still wasn’t clear. I sent e-mail request which delivered automatic answer “In Transit From Post”. It was gibberish. A text is should be was printed by that Polak woman behind window. Twenty minutes later, I received message that document moved to delivery place. Meantime, I needed a doctor and I turned on Dr. Alban and his Sing Hallelujah. That e-mail’s text had Muscovian and Polish variants. A first said same while a second informed that passport is ready for taking what is sorta different. Well, don’t tell that I’m crazy by believing it was written by that Polak woman. I sent request on status and I received “Ready For Pickup”. I decided to move and check it because I wasn’t busy and free stroll by tram will useful for me though it will caused me to froze my hand till appearance of blood traces to what I hadn’t big care but I changed my mind in the next day.
I arrived in post office where demonstrated copy of document to place’s worker. She returned with original. I signed in places and said “bye”. She responded forced for her same because it’s not traditional in Poland and that’s one more “why” I have difference with Polaks.
I walked outside and opened document. I saw approval there. Maybe, it was a dawn of the new beginning.