Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Now you know who I am

Passport lost… Where do I belong to?
An improvised piece of paper is printed and signed by someone with authority to say I belong somewhere… so I go with this new piece of identity. Now it’s a matter of convincing another authorities that the ones that signed my new improvised identity are reliable and hold friendship with those inquiring about the legitimacy of my document.
OK… I lost my Italian passport in Spain, but I was traveling in Portugal… ok, lets put it right. I have two citizenships, one is Brazilian, one is Italian… in Europe I travel as a Italian. So I went to Portugal traveling and when I was in Portugal I went to Spain for a day… when I returned to Portugal I realized I had lost my passport. So I went to a police station in Portugal to report the loss of the document and on the next day I had a plane back to the UK where I’m a resident.
Right, so if you followed me so far I had to convince the Portuguese police that it’s true that I lost my passport in Spain, then I had to go to the Italian consulate in Portugal and convince them that I’m Italian/Brazilian, that I lost my passport in Spain and reported it to the Portuguese police and I need some sort of document that allows me to go back to England where I live and study.
OK, they believed me in the consulate and gave a piece of paper with a stamp and a signature that, theoretically, allows me to go back to Italy… anyway I’m using this document not to go to Italy but to the UK. So, got to the airport in Porto, showed the document to the Portuguese immigration officer and after a few questions he said it was ok… got to the gate and showed the document to the flight attendants who were checking boarding card and passport… I explained the situation and they said I could board the flight…
Slept all flight long, got to Gatwick Airport and went to the passport control area… showed the document and explained what happened to the officer. She asked me a few questions and took me to an designated area for those waiting to get in the UK. She comes back and shows me something I haven’t noticed before… the police report from Portugal says that my nationality is Portuguese!! Stupid police officer!!!
So great… I don’t have a passport, I’m trying to get in the UK with a document from the Italian consulate saying that I’m Italian, a police passport report that says that I’m Portuguese and the only photo ID card I have is a Brazilian driving license…
Quite interesting, isn’t it?
Oh well, anyway… after three hours waiting, fingerprints taken, bag searched and all life questioned I was allowed to get in without any nationality…
I kind of really enjoy not belonging to anywhere!