I’ve something to update you guys on and so that’s why we’re here. I hope you enjoyed the pictures I added a couple of days ago, I am happy to add more picturs if anyone is truly interested.
Some of our stuff is moldy! Our clothes and books and photos and “stuff” was in the cellar of this older building the past 3 months almost and the girls told me last night that some of their clothes were moldy and they had to throw them away. I didn’t totally believe them but thought it was a joke at first, something we have done from time to time but apparently they meant it. I went down there this morning and it seems that most of my stuff to this point (shirts, some pants and some photos) seem to be more or less okay but I am still worried about my photo negatives namely. I have some photos that could possibly be worth money someday and it would really suck if they had gone the way of the moldy dodo. Some of my my photo albums were a bit stuck together and moist almost but they weren’t at an advanced state that I needed to think about throwing them away. It feels good but at the same time almost burdensome to have so much stuff. I could easily get rid of quite a few things and still might but now that I have seen my favorite 20 books or so, I felt relieved that they were okay, like they were puppies who had been in a burning building and I immediately wanted to read all of them again. I know I still have a ton of clothes down there and now my main motivation to get them is not that I want or need them but that I don’t them to get moldy!
More importantly, my work permit expired today. That’s why I went to the foreign authorieties before 9am this morning to get an extension while my case is still up in the air. Of course it is Wednesday and what that means is that you need an appointment if you want to see them before lunch. The boss per telephone told me so. I tried to call for an appointment and there was nothing. Shit, I thought, this is exactly what they want, they being the people who are blindly answering letters saying that I have to leave this wonderful country. They want me to forget to get the extensioin so that they can say in a month or two years that for a short while I was working illegally and that is grounds for expulsion from Germany. I’m sure it’s not a malicious wish of theirs but a few people would probably be glad to have me off their hands.
Anyway, the hallway was somewhat full and I thought that I had no chance to get this extension and that I would have to go back in the afternoon to deal with it, something that would suck because I needed this time this afternoon to go in the cellar to resuce some stuff, organize the room a bit and relax before going to work in the afternoon. My case worker was not there. That means sick or holiday. These people seem to have a high rate or not being at work, almost never has the person in charge of my case been the one to help me. I paced the hallway, simultaneously waiting downstairs to offically change my address, something I have yet to do. I went into the secretary to make an apointment if necessary and she said there was nothing. I explained how it expired today and I wanted to be here legally and just at that moment the substitute for my guy wakled into the office, listened to me briefly and then told that I didn’t need an appointment and took my passport and told me to wait outside the office.
I waited outside the office and it felt like waiting for a backstage pass. There were people waiting there who most likely had appointments but I was geoing to get helped before them. I should anyway, the shit those people have put me through! Five minutes later I had another 90 day extension to my work permit. January 10, 2007. A new year, my friends. I will survive into a new year here in Germany, on my own merits, not because my girlfriend was nice enough to marry me about two years before we would like to.
Now here is the irony. The foreign authorities told me that they would be making a decision of some kind by November 30th, a new D-day for me. But, without knowing it, a different person has single-handedly given me an extra month and a half here in Germany, taking me through the holidays and into the new year. No one knows what is going on over there but I guess if I can just play this card until April 2008 (haha!), I could just get my permission forever. Yes, that’s a joke but I swear I will keep getting these 90 day things while they sit on their hands or run around trying to find someone with enough balls to just give me the two-year extension so I can get out of their face, if for no other reason, my god!
They don’t know this yet but today I was interviewed by an English-language magazine for the state in Germany I live. They are going to do an article about in case and we hope it serves a couple of purposes. First, other people in my situation will come out of the woodwork saying they have the same problem or had no problems getting their extension. Second, hopefully some people in the State government will read this magazine and get interested in this case. I mean, I love this country, I am in love with a girl from this country, we have been together four and a half years and I have been here for three and a half years. I speak German and even some of the local dialect here in Freiburg and the surrounding area, I have German friends and think that Freiburg is the best place on earth and I am from a damn nice place myself, ya know?
So, I’ve got another hour or so to chill out before I have to get ready, take a tram and then a train to work into another town for three hours. For my three hours there I will earn 72 euro or about 90 dollars. My rent is now 130euro/month. You tell me if I like it here or not. I am going to California for three weeks in Christmas, going to Morocco for two weeks in February and in April my folks are coming and they will finally meet Assiyeah’s parents in Berlin and then afterwards we will go on a 5-6 day trip, either to Istanbul or to Prague and Budapest. I will start planning a fashion show, my first, next month and want to do a photos exhibition in California in December. Life is good and I try to make all the people around me feel that way. I just wish that the people who really have an impact on my staying here could know that and be able to make a decision to let me stay.
p.s. I have been watching a lot of youtube.com lately and am amazed at how Keith Olbermann talks to the amera when wanting to speak to George Bush, it’s good to see people can still speak their minds, right?