At the Italian consulate yesterday, as we waited to collect our receipts, we watched others apply for their visas. One girl was looking forward to go to Italy for research. She was asked whether she was an intern or a research assistant. She dithered and then answered that it was a bit of both. Ah! Wrong answer! Her visa was rejected. Had she just said that she was going there for research, I am sure she would have been approved. As she left, her fair complexion had turned beet red. Something I noticed was that everyone turned hot and red beneath their collars as they were subjected to a myriad questions at the counter.
Each case was different and made captivating listening. It occurred to me that a day at the consulate would be a great plot for a TV serial.
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