The visa saga continues. I am now 35 days without a visa and 2 months since I saw my passport. My local bank accounts have been frozen. Yesterday I had to go to the bank twice before I finally managed to get money from my Canadian account.
The friend who was handling the visa matter for me pissed off out of the country without advising me just as the visa was expiring and since then she has been dodging my calls and only sends terse text messages, if that. In the end, and at the urging of both Sonali and Jayanthi, I threatened to file a police report saying my passport was stolen. It is an EU passport and is worth a lot of money.
Sonali has been a great help. She got in touch with her big business beau who immediately started turning over stones. She also contacted a CID officer who has been most helpful.
The threat of police presence finally got Yvonne to come out from her hidey hole. She did not call me, but she called her mother who called me. I finally managed to impress on her mother the need for Yvonne to call me and she did.
The whole thing reads like a bad detective novel. Turns out she was dealing with some guy she knew from the airport to begin with. He then handed the matter over to some other guy who she has been meeting in corridors and washrooms of the immigration building. Apparently, she met 'deep throat' yesterday and actually saw my passport so at least it is not floating on the black market.
Long story short, I have told her to get the passport back one way or the other by Monday. She knows the CID is involved, so that should keep the pressure on her. Once I have the passport back, Mr. Big Tuna (Sonali's beau) can get the visa sorted. The good news is that at least I won't be deported. The CID man says I may have to pay a fine is all. I bet Mr. Tuna can even deal with that.
After all this, I really will have to write a book.
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