So I've been having trouble with getting my Austrian Residency Permit, allowing me to live here legally for the year. Today I made a trip to MA-35, which is essentially the department of immigration to check on my status and see if I could move things along. Another girl in my program, Theresa, needed to get her visa issues sorted out as well, so we went together. When we arrived we were given a number and told to go wait in waiting room G on the 5th floor for our number to be called. The room was full and there were small children running around screaming and all the chair were sitting facing a small screen on the wall which posted numbers and rooms. Everyone sat waiting for their number. The best part was, the numbers didn't go in order, in fact they really didn't go in any sensible pattern.
After waiting for about half an hour I got called in, explained my problem auf Deutsch and was told to go back outside and wait to get called again. I waited another hour before getting called back in, only to be asked why I was here? Why did I come? My permit wasn't ready? I asked if I could do anything. No, so why are you here?
I thanked him, left, and went and got a Kebap.
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