So after jumping through multitudinous administrative hoops, including sending perfectly good documents back to the UK in order to receive a fancy piece of paper saying they were ultra-legal rather than just boring old legal, we have finally got a date for our interview.
October. Yes, that's right, 3 months from now. Because the Israeli Interior Ministry are so busy, they can't fit us in for a 15 minute interview for over 60 days. What am I supposed to do for money until then? I hear you ask. Go fuck yourself is their eloquent reply.
All this because I'm not Jewish, and so can't get a work visa. So, they would prefer I get a residency visa that in about 5 years would get me citizenship (and I'm certainly not planning on popping out any little Jewish babies any time soon), rather than just give me a work visa which would let me stay here temporarily. Nice logic there.
If I were still sane, I'd probably be quite annoyed right now. Thankfully two years of Israel have just sharpened my pessimistic cynical nerve, and as I knew something like this would happen, it's not much of a surprise. I'm going to go have a cup of tea now, and watch my flatmates nervously hide all the sharp objects.
1 comments:
Sorry to hear that, baobei!!
*Loads of cyber hugs*
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