In the beginning was the United.

In the beginning was the United.

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In the beginning was the United. Nevada, Arizona, California, New Mexico. Parks, parki i jeszcze raz parki.Potem ucieczka przed zimą na południe. Meksyk, Belize, Guatemala and may further.

No to zaczynamy starania o wizę. Najpierw kilka krępujących pytań, after a few embarrassing, a na koniec kilkanaście poniżających. Czuję się jak terrorysta, which goes to the U.S., to practice prostitution and spread of disease, which even google does not know. And that's just filling in a visa application!

A visit to the consulate takes to get worse.

– Good morning. We have arranged a conversation with the consul per hour 9:45.

– Please go to the street.

– Sorry, where?

– Full! (annoyed shows on the sidewalk a few feet away)

– We stand there?

– Can you sit still. (growled)

I swallow hard and say to myself, it is not worth a bet. We go and together with a group of about 20 of meekly waiting. Some 1,5 hours. Just standing on the street, a few meters from the entrance to the Consulate and wait. It is March, morning, everyone dress from foot to foot with cold.

Finally a voice of the announcer: Time 9:45 Please approach the entrance and set up in the queue.

Wszyscy ruszają prawie biegiem. Kolejne pół godziny ściągania zegarków, bars and rings and are in the midst!

Potem odciski palców, Questions, hours of waiting, questions again, translation stupid and we have. We got a visa! Wymęczeni i upokorzeni wracamy do domu. Przed nami jeszcze tłumaczenie się na lotnisku i potem pewnie przez kolejne pół roku wszystkim napotkanym tubylcom. Are you sure you want it? Are you sure you want to go on so long in the country in which we are so not welcome???