Mashal-009. Deportation mashal-009. Deportation
by Georg Moshe Rukacs
In Canada, if you ask for political asylum or other airport, just come, first you stop, you keep your passport, issued a warrant for departure (which then becomes a deportation order if you do not go where they claim), and inform the airline with which you come that you have been arrested "pending completion of immigration proceedings."
... Original!
If you enter as a tourist and then ask for asylum, none of us ò . Ditto if you take as you pass the border illegally but you chess ò of centr'America ... fleeing the U.S. to stay illegally. In practice, penalize you if you are honest, while I favor if you are dishonest. Of course, if you are a criminal with expensive lawyers who can flood of appeals for their every action, yet pi ù advantage. Obviously, Canadians, just to clothe itself in halos that have not, say that the U.S. is the country free of crime while they are the law and order. Them if they say it. Unable to believe. Given, then, that not only organized crime but also produce it through policies to create stalking gangs for terrorist operations office. Since many migrants which may be either withdrawn or not granted citizenship and permanent residency, the criminals and the state claim minchoni sottometteno averages and lend themselves to any dementia and crime are required and, of course, covered by those claims.
... State Terrorism, in salsa Canada!
Tuesday, September 28, 2010, at 9:00, even before I go all'Immmigrazione, there previously formally summoned by Andy Hsu, Enforcement Assistant of Canada Border Service Agency, Pacific Region Enforcement Centre . I go with the luggage as he had already insisted with his usual obsessive claim, as clearly illegal, "or buy a biblietto for Italy or you arrested and deported." As I had announced in a email, also published on my sites, I show their law, the monster I have the money to reach a country where I will be automatically admitted to having a valid Italian passport. He tells me to go in the hallway and I stopped in about five minutes away.
I'm so stupid that even hope may escape. I go into the corridor, even near the elevators where my luggage, and appearance. Perhaps more than an hour. Yes, I hoped that I would run away. He stayed there to read something. Andy Hsu passes at least once, which gives me a strange look. I was cleaning his glasses. It's the last time I see him. He hoped [no] in something. I'm just stupid. No, indeed. They are scum and so, of course, think they are all like them.
While I wait, I find that a jacket (windbreaker type) or a jacket, but not of great value and I found new and washed and then used that I wanted to use for the voyage together a sweater, has well-established nests of bed-bugs in the hood. I try to remove them but it is impossible. Throw it away in a basket of Immigration. Compartment to hold a useless thing, the more that I should be arrested within a few minutes. But I had been freed, cheaper by the priests to go buy another or risk the case, after the deportation, I reached cold climates.
appears to be one that looks like Rambo is tanned. No, is the uniform of one-horn "removal", then as I see when I am in the cells just over ù in the à .
is Balenovic Marko, a Slav, another slave, since, not surprisingly, the stalking gangs organized by the CSIS & Refugee Board ["Semo those of rifujati ... Ve ... dovemo asks 'of organized' lynchings against one of our clients ... ... NATO-internationalist duty is ...": Canada!] Were full of pure Slavs, Russians and para-Russians, which were granted immigration benefits in exchange for their cooperation with the maniacal delinquent delinquent activities manical secret police of Canadians (CSIS, "Immigration", "Refugee Board, in my case) and NATO and beyond. Do not be a coincidence that several religious secret police who work with Canadians are Americans (Senn ... ò lynch them and drive away, or so ì believe debauched debauched and collaborating). Andy Hsu was and is a Enforcement Assistant . Marko Balenovic was and is a Enforcement Officer , as it was and is the horn and turns that went to those offices with giobbotto armor and gun visible. A skit! ... To impress the impressionable.
Canadian policies [procedures] ...
froscione You've seen the Canadian Air Force, looking male, who was then arrested, despite being the pilot of the Queen when ò visit Canada, for murder and pure mania. Some newspaper has since published also in the picture, always with air maschissima, wearing bras, sembrebbe stolen, and with the same or photographed or was photographed. Canadian ... ... He must certainly be of some secret police. The material of these humanoid is like that. A typical soldier ...! ... A soldier secret. Manic and criminal, not devon then be able to cover it. Sometimes it happens, for common crimes, not state. ... It could happen to any Balenovic Marko. Aspects and psyche are of that type.
The Marko makes me into a room different from those usually used by Andy Hsu. He asks me to predendere well pack up and take them there. I think that now is the time of arrest. ... Oh, how exciting ... ... I do not give a fuck.
bluffing. With sly smile, who states the obvious to a neophyte, I reply that the only country in which they are entitled to enter and Italy. "Who do you want to accept more, with a removal order from Canada?" I imagine the cover of the passport stamps. So why is their a law that says it has sufficient resources can voluntarily reach any country in which the entry is allowed? He tells me that if the entry is not clearly authorized in advance and can not be sure that the entry is actually authorized. The thing seems a bit 'forced, but there and then, theoretically plausible to want sofisticheggiare legal issues. Furthermore, not being a great traveler, or have never been right to take care of administrative details at the border, I simply argue that without a passport, since they have not is that one could make an application for prior approval. In my mind there are EU countries where you go without a passport, places where they want to advance a visa and the visa will be given places at the border. After the certification of the State Police (his famous Canadian Embassy in Rome that kept asking producing something against me to have some basic legal-formal or even look at my Refugee Protection Claim, or to reject with any credibility, and the State Police as well fuck off and sent them with a slander against me ordered additional carabinieri_terroristi from which I could demonstrate that it is a caluunia I could and so I can show that there are permanent central production of slander against me) I do not have a criminal record I may as well fuck secret information smear orchestrated by the secret police and other Carbinieri . In fact, the State Police has determined, indirectly, that are neither sought nor suspected of anything material respects, in accordance with the formal Canadian law to ask to go where I want.
Oh, before and during the skit, he insisted that an intelligent person. Techniques when the cops are trying to fuck. Known it. However, in the abstract, from a scientific point of view, what he said could be there and then, plausible. So, despite the technical cop scoundrel air of one who is playing, I prefer not to assume an attitude of confrontation. I move cautiously.
So, I reaffirm, as already à above, and as already à pubblicizzto on my blog, I'm willing to leave Canada immediately [went the ì with luggage!] And at my expense, as their formal law. But they do not want. They claim, as ordered CSIS-NATO, who is obliged to go to Italy. Rather, they want me to go volontariamante. You have to believe the great geniuses of persuasion. They must be making me wait because is hoped that run away because that is must have again asked the central government, alias central to the secret police and that they would have had clear orders or should not be safe. "Of course, the secret information is dangerous and that we have the secret order to lynch him at all levels and to require him to return to Italy. Italian police said is clean record and that is not n is sought, n is under investigation, n is suspected of anything and he comes here with luggage and asking to go to Mexico after having shown us that our law and have the money to buy the ticket ... "They too need to prepare a" court "to secure the confirmation of the arrest for deportation. A "judge" I honestly would release delivered to me my passport and permission to reach any reachable state without a visa. It would have been the only serious issue, because it is would have avoided a possible issue with the Immigration free to repeat the trick and tricks. But ì are chekist, even worse, Anglo-Canada! Nevertheless wanted to be sure that I happen under a "court" to 200% of their orders.
Since I insist, though, saying that the view of the prior and explicit could also be plausible to want sofisticheggiare, Marko Balenovic tells me a strange thing. He tells me that if I return the ì with permission at a consulate, he gives me à passport [therefore, if they wanted, they could give back your passport! ... Actually à may also, dellUfficio their removal did not follow orders of "removal" So with implicit permission to remain in Canada as a permanent resident, as many or all the ì know] to then apply for the relevant visa. I had already à checked for Latin America generally do not need a visa, but I did not need to be interpreted as a prior approval. I imagined a visa free and automatic data at the border.
I ask him the address of the Brazilian Consulate. He wants to rip and give me the whole page of consulates. I tell him that it was unnecessary. Useless for me to go around us. I need one. I tell him back then immediately say that they told me.
me by appointment, orally, in Friday ì October 1, 2010. Hopefully escape. Do not know what to do with someone who understands the bureaucratic procedures and to comply, while insisting on their rights and stand still on them.
I go to the Brazilian Consulate. I tell them that I have a strange request from immigration. I say those who want a declaration that they are allowed to enter Brazil. He rolls his eyes. Deal only with Canadians or others who require a visa. I have only the ID of the Refugee Board. I do not even have a passport since the Immigration. I am told that they must feel that the Consul General and contact me. Torno Balenovic frustrated by Marko, with his queer rambizzato air, and talking, telling him that is unlikely to meet me. In fact, ask him if he wants to arrest me now. He has apparently not random, or they have not been well understood. So does return. He tells me that because I'm conforming ... is only scripted.
Released by the ì, control. In Latin America, there ' is seen, with a few exceptions, anyone who has an Italian passport. Yet in other places, do not need a visa. So the entrance is automatically authorized. Send an email to them of "removal" with the map of countries in the world to access it without a visa with an Italian passport and I confirm my position, s ì ì on Friday already know à do. Of course, the public copy of everything on my sites. I write also to the Brazilian Consulate, explaining the case and giving them to the office phone Andy Hsu and Marko Balenovic.
In practice, in Canada, their formal law is only for criminals with expensive lawyers who can flood of appeals. For others, especially for those who honestly see od'asilo rejected applications or the like (the criminals are enrolled in gangs stalking the secret police and Canadian immigration or asylum and are therefore guaranteed in one way or another), that is the law and invented a menga that is returned to the country of origin. Even ì, there are smart they can convince the commander of the aircraft that are in danger, then returning to Canada (although they could not without having paid the previous deportation without the written permission of the competent minister ) and, despite a criminal record and previously regarded as serious impediments are then accepted as permanent residents by repression, which decides that a postponement of the removal, alias deportation. ... Wonders of the "legality à " canada!
Friday ì October 1, 2010, as agreed, I'm the ì at 9:00 am, indeed a bit 'before, and Marko I stop. "Or go volotariamente in Italy, or arrest you." Voluntarily go in Italy undermine, at least morally, my request for asylum elsewhere. Different be deported and leave immediately, his passport if you give it or not unless you give it. With Borders open, even if France c 'is Sarkozy after Chirac ... But also in other directions borders are open.
I stop. After all, I went to the ì with luggage. Usual cells of Genesis Security Group, which is the same company that manages the cells of the airport and transport. The cells are attached to the ì Immigration. So, one is passed by immigration agents of Genesis. Usually trafficking arrested and released. That is a transit area for those who have to do with staff of Immigration, "judges" are included. In afternoon to tell me deported because I came to Taipei from the ì . Original. Maybe give me a passport in Taipei, I think. is not the case, however, to ask questions.
Evidently, deportation, or any part thereof, shall be borne by the airlines themselves. In fact, Marko Balenovic contact, not immediately, only to 04.10.2010 17:18:56 appears, the China Airlines.
Teresa Kwong, of China Airlines, responds immediately, at 18:27. The answer is a classic example of ultra-xenophobic idiocy China. Frequently, in Cine (Taiwan included) I had happened to see and hear someone speaking Chinese who saw me in English, knowing or assuming that I was the first Italian, commented in Chinese: "But with ' is to speak with him in English if you Italian? " Idem, email Teresa Kwong Marko Balenovic: "(...) we're unable to communicate with passenger, if he is Italian , (...)." If ... well as those working abroad and international investment has such a basic ignorance!
Balenovic Marko, who apparently had been rather confused in his first email (which in fact is omitted in the given material and the 'judge'), and must implement the orders rather confused-CSIS NATO, accurate only in their paranoid "should be forced to return to Italy," explains now, in an email of 18:50:18: Taipei must accept according to the Chicago Convention, as it is of the ì that is came to Canada I'm sure [and how do you know him, if not for direct contacts between the secret police?!] who want Taipei to transfer you to Rome-Fiumicino or any other place in Italy, the subject has a valid passport [ cock, first she must have failed if the other had assumed that I was a general of darkness à in chains!] is currently detained at most and we want it removed ù soon; is not can arrange the trip VancouverBC-Toronto-RomaFiumicino for example with Air Canada?
I lead the evening of Genesis in the cells adjoining the international airport of Vancouver BC. The usual. Without in any way, just past immigration to Genesis. One can ò only have pants and shirts or t-shirt. Removed even handkerchiefs. Even the shoes without strings, because and the tip is rigid. There must be metal inside, I realize, since they sound checks at airports. While I do not play, even if I remove my shoes. Even the strings or strips of cloth dangling from the side pockets of the pants are cut. interesting books I read, at the airport. Instead, the cells attached to Immigration and during transport, one must remain to do anything.
Luned ì October 4, 2010, lead me to downtown Vancouver, I suppose the "court" which must confirm or deny the arrest. However do not see any lawyer, so there is for that. Find out why when you closing time, maybe around 16:00. I wonder who is the agent in charge m'abbia. No, not to blame. The reason for having wasted the day ì is that I bring in a detention center "public", I think the province of British Columbia. In practice, a local state prison, being Canada, a self-administrating domain of the British Crown and organized on a federal basis. It is therefore a federal state in which the states are called provinces (namely, 10 provinces and 3 territories). The prison "public", however, is far less. Others need to be a 3 hours more, especially parking, as the transport from the prison and are not direct but far more with parking in that where I am. I ask only one who makes the journey to retrieve her clothes and be released. I say it's a safe environment.
Registration, donning the clothes of the prison (a red suit, boxer shorts, dark socks and white sneakers), interview with a commander of the guards or the like, medical examination, and even a psychologist because I had asked if a propensity to suicide. All very polite. I enjoyed it but the indifferent kind. Then give a dinner package that you put in a microwave and eat in the department. In fact, the time table of the prison around 16:00, while the Genesis does not provide dinner downtown because it gives the latest, one hour more normal prison public, who is in the cells of the airport.
ì On Tuesday October 5, 2010, call me at 6am to go to Vancouver. I had done well to collect all the same as to go away for ever from that prison. Instead will return ò the evening and will ò requires all or that which, in the section, can put together. Early in the morning, give a pack you eat a balanced breakfast in a big room full of prisoners awaiting transport. As a prison, the majority is not Immigration but the Sheriff.
the morning, parked in the cells attached to Immigration, I called the lawyer, which is always given to all who are without, for confirmation or otherwise of the arrest . He tells me that they told him, or so ì got the cards he was given, that I refused to leave Canada. I explain to him how things are.
the afternoon, after more ù of four days of arrest (the law requires that they can not be more ù than 48 hours without confirmation of "justice"), appear before a "judge". "My" lawyer was talking about money with that of the government. It strives to greet me, as I greeted him. Reserve à the formalities à to paying. As soon as the "court" enter [the only one who stands up and I guess American movies ... ... But ì is Canada!] M. Tessler, he looks the slimy and cowardly wanker. Stuttering than 48 hours. I say they are 4 days. The law prescribes that if they have a sufficient and there are countries where its admission is permitted (with an Italian passport, almost is throughout Latin America, more ù much of Europe and also other countries provide visa-free admission, so automatic, "authorized"), one can choose to accept the choice and Immigration. Immigration orders CSIS-NATO must be forced to return to Italy. The lawyer of the Canadian State is ordered CSIS-NATO that I should be obliged to return to Italy. So overt that the current procedure is that a unit is returned to the country of origin to avoid dribble, if one was not accepted then where s' is went voluntarily, so there would ò in the interest of the subject (topic typical paranoid!), he says. Balle, just to say something. The "court", which is then chekist style, indeed the anglophone world, a "Member of the Immigration Division / Commissaire de la Section de l'Immigration", blush, assumes an air of confusion, says there are things within its competence, and that, given I Cooper (as I say that I do not give anything to be freed if they do not make me buy a ticket for example Mexico, which is place more ù next without a visa, or Brazil, or more if you need a point of exit from Mexico; argonenti Advocate also emphasizes that the Government is state terrorism against their own formal law) ... confirmed the arrest for deportation (or, I suppose, for voluntary departure to where if they want one, scared, then so be ì fool to voluntarily buy a ticket to go where they want). The lawyer goes away without saying goodbye nobody, not even me, while M. Tessler is writing the sentence [his arrest warrant, and before I had not] coming to me. Thank you. The lawyer for the government for failing to thank you, holds the door open while I go back down on the floor handcuffed to the cell [the seventh, it was to be perhaps the sixteenth]. Took me, is remained the ì at me and brought back the same Chinese that will accompany me à plane for deportation.
a strange thing happens when we go back to prison, 2 (myself included) and 2 to stay in transit to the most distant ù. The day before, two new immigration (at least in our transport) and we were I a [I] Mexican (I heard the front desk said he had studied at a university in Mexico). We were put in the same cell. In that prison, or section of the prison cells were only two I think, two solid and stable as bunk beds, metal and embedded in the wall and a mattress. The first experience, as well as airport, beds without bed-bugs (fleas or bedbugs or anything? ... Never having had experience in the field, first in Canada, I have no idea how they are called or how they are called that or those specifically bedroom).
We had not talked. Alternated with some moments of cordiality introversion long as he was talking to himself. I had caught some exchanges, but short, in English with other inmates, I have no idea if Immigration or other. So, in practice, we were ignored, even in the same cell. When, in the morning, I had called, I assumed they had also called him. Not having seen then ... I had seen him then arrive, which seems rather suspect, mid-morning, so with a special transport and unusual I suppose, in cells Immigration beside but not in mine. They had done talking with several, including two, one and one, young people, who seemed to be some secret police. At one point they called a Hispanic interpreter. They also searched, it seemed to no avail, his paper bag. Upon return to prison, he was well, but in a cell separated from the van. The rest was already covered by the big four, two for the more distant prison, I and a new one, a Latvian who had not understood very well that we do the same. I had just asked if he felt Latvian or Russian. Had told me lettone.Era arrived in Vancouver from somewhere else. Maybe Asia. They had found something, a credit card if you told me well, with the name of others. He had asked to go away at once and also had a ticket to somewhere else. I had not asked. Neither he had told me much. At one point they asked him, in cells attached to Immigration, which had pututo find him an interpreter. They had agreed to a Russian-speaking. He seemed mild, but it means nothing. Had stayed one day in the prison and then was gone, which means that two mornings after they had called and had been or released, or deported, or sent to different place of detention. Others had them then backcross. He never again.
The Mexican or otherwise latinamericano, already in transit, even earlier that, from time to time, looking reasonable but firm asked, naively, to discuss with carrying (driver and head of transport) raggungere he did not want the prison. Upon arrival, he had planted in the sense that he had refused to get off. So the four of us were sent down and passed the problem of cellone him, in the cell and the space between the driver and cellone chief transportation to those in the prison. I had seen the reception staff wear rubber gloves (the ones they use to search) and head trained, or maybe just a bit 'Scazzi to the outside, so to pull it off the truck. I had not then heard nothing more nor I had seen. Moreover, unexpectedly returned to the section that I had left "forever" in the morning, the cell was no longer there, in the sense that had been allocated to others, and I was put with a paunch old compulsive, drug and alcohol use, full of manias but gentle. Explained that he could make light of what he wanted and television, there were no problems. If something's bothered me and I said I told him that he was right. He was happy and I as well. I had brought some books and I could read, if desired, with the light from an external light coming in through a small grate with holes next to the bed.
In fact, not the outside looked like a prison. He had the classic exterior wall with the guards. From the windows of the cells was impossible to pass, even had one removed, it is unlikely, glass and grateful. Even the classic "air" was not there. There was a promenade with high walls and covered by a grill with the sky above the great room adjoining municipality. Even from there, not that one could escape. The organization was perfect anti-avoidance, an architecture built oppressive but maybe not formally, it seemed perfect for preventing leaks. There were no even bars. Glass, grille and small slit-light that led directly to the outside made them unnecessary. Stripped of everything, and clothes from the prison, the same equipment for eating were not metal. There were machines, usable with identity-card & money (for those who had the same) to buy the Manger (especially sweets, if I remember correctly, I checked that is not good, not intending to spend any money, I think on my card there was no money as I had not asked about nor do I know if it would be possible). There were also different phones in different areas, though usable only by those who had, in addition to money, and apart from some numbers grateful and privacy-guaranteed (they said), after being given his voice to a file that was used to identify calls and then listen to any of the mass of the recording. You had to get the blacklist entry. Then you could use the phone if you had money on the card. There was one who was constantly on the phone. There must have been rich or spendoni or partners prossimissimi the prison. Or toll-free numbers have phoned ... There was a succession of bands with no long closures and then re-openings of the cells, and partial shifts between two cell blocks, until closing night. The three meals were concentrated in less than ten hours. A team of cleaners, paid the dollar or dollar and a half hours [a day in prison further away, then told me that a senior Salvadoran guerrillas of the left already, in what he said, who was in the carriage and four, also with a Chinese prison farther away], had longer opening, cleaning and treat the distribution of meals and more. Cells, 30, on three floors, including ground, were almost like a big circle built around a square and covered with tables for eating that much, which overlook the cells. A shower with glass floor was not quite visible from the transparent guard [sometimes even female] who was like a great overhanging masonry with computer desk and drawers with various things (soap, disposable razors, etc.).. Occasionally, a speaker spat incomprehensible things especially from within the cells. Each cell had a toilet and a small sink, both of stainless steel. All very strong, with no removable parts and continually monitored to ensure it works and that there were no obstructions. Idem, the cells of Genesis. Indeed, those of Genesis airport allowed to read even with the lights off because the door had a glass staircase and outside there was the light always on (better, there could be read more comfortably with the interior light off since, in no atmosphere of Finest, tended to offend the eyes). So even one had a cell mate and so he wanted the light off ... In cells double all'eroporto Genesis there was no television, but that there was in the common area is open from 6:00 to 23:00. There was in the Barcelona. In the cells next to Immigration there were no television at all. Cells were transit day. I think the building will be it Immigration cell Genesis on the ground floor (so someone told me), but generally not used. Will be served for emergencies, if there were indeed.
I do not know, since they are in detention (Administrative deportation) and certainly no one tells me anything either I do is [unnecessary] questions ...
... Wednesday, October 6, 2010, confirmed the trip, to deport unaccompanied, for Saturday, October 9, 2010. Starting October 9 at 1:55 dall'YVR-Vancouver. Arrival in TPE-Taipei at 6:05 on October 10. Flights from TPE-Taipei at 8:15 with a stopover in New Delhi and then the same plane, FCO-Fiumicino airport at 18:40 on Sunday 10 October.
Thirty hours of travel, including two stopovers. In Taipei, there was a free wireless close to the China Airlines counter, where they made me wait. In New Delhi, however, I waited, watched over by an Indian Immigration, the entrance to the tunnel leading to the aircraft which, emptied of passengers, is was quickly cleaned up and then ririempito passengers and crew with new . I am still able to shave using a plug ELECTRICITY à that was the ì nearby. Also in Taipei, was expected leave. Upon arrival in Taipei, initially said that "a constable" was coming to pick me up. Then, since deportation is not criminal, not subject to dangerous and unaccompanied, a flight attendant with me ò the counter of the airline. After all they had my passport. is not that he had no sense trying to leave.
Friday ì October 8, 2010, shortly before 16 cos ì skipped the dinner that was being distributed, I call "for release." Long trip in the van. is a more ù large than usual, perhaps. This time, it's me who are in the cell. In that great maybe there are girls of Sri Lanka. In fact, the long journey is to bring them, and also a van that follows, I do not know if females alike, in a prison I do not know. Then long journey to the airport, will ò later. Sometimes it seems to me that the van turns into the circulation. One sees that the driver could not find the way ... or are optical illusions. When I leave prison I say that is for release. I do not do requests. In bureaucratic language, can release ò also mean that only release from prison. Unique in particular, but not decisive, when I leave the prison uniform is changed. From red to gray. Suit light gray. Upon arrival at the airport, I am told that is for deportation. Only after I am told that is At l: 30. I had already à put to bed to read before bedtime and after shower, just before closing time to 23:00, because I had been asking questions about where, when called to me from what I choose to wear etc.
Saturday, October 9, 2010, about one o'clock at night. With my dress clothes and shoes, but nothing in the pockets, I am handcuffed and led to the plane, a Chinese guards of Genesis. He asks me to cover the cuffs with the sweater. I tell him that I do not give anything. So I leave them visible. At the police check when I smanetta passed under the metal detector and I just riammanetta passatolo. However, I smanetta before the first boarding. We see that pi ù shame him that I, in fact do not care anything. I d boarding à my things, including money. But not a passport which is given in foil with sheets, the staff of the plane. Gi à in the cells had asked me what I wanted to take their hand and what they had to hand over at check-in that clearly they did without me.
Sunday evening October 10, 2010, arrival in Rome. Shall be taken, without handcuffs of course, as already à during the trip and I was without transhipment, from a State Police accompanying me instead of the PS at Fiumicino. Quiet and relaxed. I guess some foreigners arrived monitor. Then more. I ask the deportation. I say that is following a practice rejected by Immigration Canada. I avoid saying "asylum [political]. Me says an official who clearly has in the sheets have been delivered. I tell him that is a special case. He does not care about anything. I even, to talk about it. He says that will make the controls as soon as there are no problems and then do I get a passport. He tells me then that means that as soon as one hour. Wonderful! Then someone asks me if I have ever been fingerprinted. However, the resumes, both electronic and in ink if I remember correctly. I do not remember exactly though with ink, or just one. Or maybe not. I have the cos shooting ì many times, even in that stop at the prison for deportation and then "public" still waiting for deportation ... Before the electronic ones, it makes me wash my hands but, in fact, is not because I had dirty of inks. Just to make better electronics.
Exactly, maybe they do everything in one hour. I am giving new passport. I can go wherever I want. I'm leaving now. Sunday, October 10, 2010 night.
