Finally. This morning I had a call from the commune to come and pick up my Identity Card.
It’s orange, which means it’s tied to Andrew’s. So I still can’t work. However, now that I have it I am allowed to stay here for a year (then I have to renew) and I can leave and re-enter the country as I wish.
After everything I’ve been through, the actual event was rather anti-climactic. I rather expected a parade… or at least a band… or at least a ‘Welcome to Belgium.’
All I got was, “That will be twelve fifty please.”
Oh well.
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3 comments
Di says:
Jan 18, 2006
Yayyyyyyyyy for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So envious I am, but hmmmmmmmm, this requires wine methinks.
Andreea says:
Jan 18, 2006
Yey! Congratulations. Welcome to the legalish expat community
Tagged you a 4xmeme on my recipe site. Hope you’ll enjoy it
christine vardaros says:
Mar 23, 2008
I just came across your “red tape” blog and simultaneously laughed and cried so hard that i just about fell off my chair! I am in the middle of a very similar red tape debacle as i try (often times feeling like it is in vain) to gain permission from Belgium to live in Everberg. Yes, the apostille threw me off too! Why is it that a simple birth certificate with only twenty total words, half of which are names, has to be translated from english by a gov’t approved translator, stamped for accuracy, AND get an additional stamp stating it is what it is – as if someone in belgium would know what a birth certificate from another country would look like! UGH!!!
THanks again for venting on your blog. It made me feel like I not only am not alone but that there is hope all will be fine in the end.