- Oct 22, 2011
- 4
- Category........
- Visa Office......
- Berlin, Germany
- Job Offer........
- Pre-Assessed..
- App. Filed.......
- 21-09-2011
- AOR Received.
- 05-01-2012
- File Transfer...
- 25-11-2011
- Med's Done....
- 26-08-2011
- Interview........
- N/A
- Passport Req..
- N/A
- VISA ISSUED...
- 20-01-2012 (COPR)
- LANDED..........
- 22-01-2012
Dear Canada
We met in 2006 when I first crossed your borders and was amazed at your scenery. I liked you and wanted to visit you more often, but I never figured we would be in a situation where I’m begging to be given a chance to live in you. You have been reluctant to accept me, but so far you have allowed me to be a visitor.
What’s the future going to look like? Are you going to make my life complete, or ruin it completely? I gave up my power over my life to be here, are you going to give it back to me? Or are you going to decide it was all for nothing?
I never imagined living here until it turned out my love was here. My love, with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. We deserve a shot at happiness. I do like you, Canada, and even though you don’t need to necessarily like me, please accept I’m here and give me a fair chance. I think you owe me that much. Don’t you think?
I know you are not going to answer these questions and that is what upsets me. You are rigid and obnoxious and I’m supposed to deal with that, I’m supposed to wait until you decide the time has come to acknowledge my existence, to give me a scrap of information, perhaps even the shadow of an answer. At some point the real answer will come, probably covered in a cr@ppy gravy of bureaucratic language, and that will make me happy, but I will not know when that answer will come, could be anywhere between 2 months and 2 years. And that’s making me angry, Canada. You honestly p!ss me off. Not because I don’t like you, but because I seem to not exist in your eyes.
Things could be worse though. Suppose I had to write this letter to The Netherlands instead.
Yours (at some point I hope)
Indigo
We met in 2006 when I first crossed your borders and was amazed at your scenery. I liked you and wanted to visit you more often, but I never figured we would be in a situation where I’m begging to be given a chance to live in you. You have been reluctant to accept me, but so far you have allowed me to be a visitor.
What’s the future going to look like? Are you going to make my life complete, or ruin it completely? I gave up my power over my life to be here, are you going to give it back to me? Or are you going to decide it was all for nothing?
I never imagined living here until it turned out my love was here. My love, with whom I want to spend the rest of my life. We deserve a shot at happiness. I do like you, Canada, and even though you don’t need to necessarily like me, please accept I’m here and give me a fair chance. I think you owe me that much. Don’t you think?
I know you are not going to answer these questions and that is what upsets me. You are rigid and obnoxious and I’m supposed to deal with that, I’m supposed to wait until you decide the time has come to acknowledge my existence, to give me a scrap of information, perhaps even the shadow of an answer. At some point the real answer will come, probably covered in a cr@ppy gravy of bureaucratic language, and that will make me happy, but I will not know when that answer will come, could be anywhere between 2 months and 2 years. And that’s making me angry, Canada. You honestly p!ss me off. Not because I don’t like you, but because I seem to not exist in your eyes.
Things could be worse though. Suppose I had to write this letter to The Netherlands instead.
Yours (at some point I hope)
Indigo