A revolution at the visa office

It’s 4.00 in the morning and I’m slowly driving on a narrow street behind the Chinese Embassy in Bucharest.

I feel a rush of blood in my cheeks. There’s no one here, I’m the first!

Oh wait, there’s something across the street – five people in a circle, shriveling between some parked cars. Well, it’s not that bad to be the sixth, I’ll surely make it in today.

Good evening, I say, where’s the list? They chuckle – there it is, beneath that rock.

I lift the rock with a heavy heart. It’s my fifth morning in front of the embassy. 15 people can apply for a visa each day, and the list decides who the lucky ones are. I take a look, gasp and put it back under the rock. I’m number 28.

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Wait a minute. There are only 6 people here. Where are the other 22 on the list?

The bastards went to sleep, while we’re waiting here like some dogs, answers an old man with a moustache. He’s extra angry with the travel agents, who always register first and go in with a suitcase full of passports, choking the list and sending te rest on another night shift.

After a couple of nights, people get kind of desperate. Everyone here spent hundreds of euros on planes and they’ll lose it if they’re not higher on the list.

Let’s make another list!, says the moustache guy. He’s very determined. He was in a mountain rescue unit. He getsa piece of paper and we write our names on the new list. We’re the good people, the ones who don’t sleep in their bed. I’m number 12.

People keep coming in, we tell them about the two lists and they put their names on both, not to take any chances. Everyone agrees that the new list is the moral one, but no one dares to destroy the crooked one.

Until a guy shows up, puts his name on the new list and just rips the old one to shreds, then throws it in the bin.

The sun is rising and we just made a small revolution.

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But then one of the guys on the old list shows up and tears apart our list!

A moment of panic. Without a list we’ll probably have a fist fight when the doors open. So we rewrite the list, but with the gutsy guy in the first place. This ruins the ethical purity of our list, but preserves some sense of social order.

And right then he comes, in an angelic white shirt, the private security guard who takes charge of the list and makes it official.

It’s nine o’clock and the hucksters start showing up in their fancy cars, well rested and clean, smiling until they hear about the brave new world.

Now they’re furious. They’re shouting. The gendarmes calm them down (they were secretly on our side). The guard at the office across the street calls the police because we were allegedly blocking the parking. The police comes and instead gives them a fine for the illegal parking lot they set up.

There’s a genuine scandal and at last the cogs of the system are getting greasy.

The consulate guard announces that the people on the list who don’t make it today will be first tomorrow. No more sleepless nights! And then a second desk opens, with a nice young boy who gives visas to everyone.

Welcome to China.

Ni hao!