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.”