Odciski

Bylam na odciskach. Nie tak traumatycznie jak sie spodziewalam, ale podobno od lipca unowoczesnili przybytek, wiec pewnie dlatego.

Weszlam do pokoju, stalam dlugo w kolejce, a potem poszlam w kat tego pokoju, i mi pobrali odciski. Kazdy palec po kolei, potem cztery razem, a potem ona wziela taki walek, ubrudzila go w tym smarze, i mi cala dlon wymazala, potem ta dlon (obie w zasadzie) przycisnela dlon do kartki.

Nie bylo lazienki zeby sie umyc (gdzies poza budynkiem byl kran w scianie), dobrze ze wzielam chusteczki takie dla niemowlat, do wycierania pupci, to sobie dlonie wytarlam. A jak to paskudztwo trudno schodzi!

Potem poszlam do kolejnego pokoju, zatytulowanego "TYPING", gdzie pani na tradycyjnej starej maszynie wypisala jakis kwitek, pobrala 9 riali, i kazala za tydzien zglosic sie po wize do jakiegos tam urzedu.

No, za tydzien powinnam byc rezydentem katarskim 🙂

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I had my fingerprints done. Not as scary as I thought it would be, but it’s said the place was modernized since July, so probably that’s why.

I was in the room, where I was waiting for ages in a line, then I went to the corner of the room, where they took my fingerprints. First each finger separately, then four together, then she took a roller, she dirtied it in this black stuff, and she rolled the roller on my palm. Then she pressed my palms to the paper.

There was no bathroom to wash (somewhere behind the building there was a tap in the wall). Good job I took baby wipes, at least I could clean my hands. The black stuff is very difficult to wash of.

Then I went to another room, called "TYPING", where a woman typed a piece of paper on a traditional typing machine, she took 9 QR, and told me to go in a week time to an office to pick up a visa.

Well, in a week time I should be a Qatari resident. 🙂