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Thursday, December 07, 2006
Dec. 7th, American Embassy in Paris
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!VISA APPROVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'll get it next week in person at the Embassy.
The interview was scheduled at 1:00PM. I arrived there at 12:15APM to be early enough. The guards told me that it was too early and it would be best to come back at 1. I went into a café near the Embassy and went back at 12:45. Then 10 more people arrived. At 1:00PM, the guards checked our ID's and our letters of convocation.
I got into the main room where windows from 4 through 7 and 8 through 12 are. I sat down and waited. First, a lady asked us all to tell her our names. It was kind of chaotic but a line of 15 people was formed. Afterwards, the lady asked us to sit down again until our name was called. In the meanwhile, some more people came into the room, which was small. It filled up pretty quickly and became kind of loud.
The first interview was done by a lady who was in charge of getting the documents ready for the officers. She asked me if I had a departure date and told me that they were having some problems with the electronic devices for issuing visas. I suggested to them that I could come in person to fetch it next week instead of waiting to receive it by mail. Once all the papers were ready, she asked me to sit down again.
Then, an officer called me. He asked me 6 questions:
"When did you meet your fiancé?"
"Was your fiancé once married?"
"Does he have children?"
"What job does he do?"
"What do you do?"
"What job do you expect to do in the US?"
While I responded to the questions, he was looking through the paperwork.
That was it. The interview only took 10 minutes and it took 2 hours in all (mostly waiting to be called). He didn't ask me for any evidence of our relationship such as pictures, photocopies of e-mails, etc. When he was going through the files, I could see the pictures that Barry had sent last March with our original application. From Phoenix to the California Service Center, to the National Visa Center in New Hampshire, to the Embassy in Paris. It made me smile.
I am coming back to Phoenix at last!
I'll get it next week in person at the Embassy.
The interview was scheduled at 1:00PM. I arrived there at 12:15APM to be early enough. The guards told me that it was too early and it would be best to come back at 1. I went into a café near the Embassy and went back at 12:45. Then 10 more people arrived. At 1:00PM, the guards checked our ID's and our letters of convocation.
I got into the main room where windows from 4 through 7 and 8 through 12 are. I sat down and waited. First, a lady asked us all to tell her our names. It was kind of chaotic but a line of 15 people was formed. Afterwards, the lady asked us to sit down again until our name was called. In the meanwhile, some more people came into the room, which was small. It filled up pretty quickly and became kind of loud.
The first interview was done by a lady who was in charge of getting the documents ready for the officers. She asked me if I had a departure date and told me that they were having some problems with the electronic devices for issuing visas. I suggested to them that I could come in person to fetch it next week instead of waiting to receive it by mail. Once all the papers were ready, she asked me to sit down again.
Then, an officer called me. He asked me 6 questions:
"When did you meet your fiancé?"
"Was your fiancé once married?"
"Does he have children?"
"What job does he do?"
"What do you do?"
"What job do you expect to do in the US?"
While I responded to the questions, he was looking through the paperwork.
That was it. The interview only took 10 minutes and it took 2 hours in all (mostly waiting to be called). He didn't ask me for any evidence of our relationship such as pictures, photocopies of e-mails, etc. When he was going through the files, I could see the pictures that Barry had sent last March with our original application. From Phoenix to the California Service Center, to the National Visa Center in New Hampshire, to the Embassy in Paris. It made me smile.
I am coming back to Phoenix at last!
Dec. 7th, 9:29AM - Brushing My Teeth
I hear the ding from my computer. There it goes again. And again.
I run out of the bathroom (I remembered to spit). It's Cécile.
VISA APPROVED!!!!
VISA APPROVED!!!!
VISA APPROVED!!!!
I run out of the bathroom (I remembered to spit). It's Cécile.
VISA APPROVED!!!!
VISA APPROVED!!!!
VISA APPROVED!!!!
Dec. 7th, 9:02AM - Still No Word
There's an eight hour difference in time between Phoenix and Paris. That would mean that it's after 5:00PM in France. She can't still be at the consolate. She must be on her way home.
WHAT HAPPENED?
WHAT HAPPENED?
Dec. 7th, 4:17AM - Can't Sleep
Cécile is on the train to Paris. She's going to the American Consolate for the interview process, the last part, the worst part of this visa journey. We're not counting months or weeks or days. We're counting seconds.
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