Untitled

  After a short pause, the woman came back with a colleague. They asked me to follow them. I was led a cubicle and deposited in front of a delightful woman of a certain age. She told me how her daughter sings in a choir. “Do you sing,” I asked. She didn’t but she had always wanted to. Had she been a man I would have invited her to join my choir, but she wasn’t and we have enough women. In the hands of this mother figure and with the utmost speed and efficiency I was issued with a document that stated I am a long term resident of good standing of Mokotow.  Relief. The first hurdle cleared. Poland really is getting better.

Next on the list of necessary documents was five years of tax returns. I thought they were in a draw where I dump all financial papers. Horror. I could only find last year’s and half of the preceding year. Can I be so stupid? It would appear so. Oh God. Was I about to let myself down? I was.

Advertisements

One thought on “Untitled

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s