My head was a big fight. I was tortured by the visas. If I wanted a visa to put it aside and concentrate on the visa officer's style of style, the visa office became the country's tale, and the visa officer became the country's personality.

Her job is very simple, pointing out what the guests should do and what direction to go, checking the belongings, and every visitor, if she needs to go to the toilet, wants her to spend money in the front direction.

The toilet is located in the corner of the visa room, and it has 90 degrees of lip to mouth with the visa interview window. If the interview is capricious, it is easy to be attracted by the movement of big beads and small beads falling from a plate.

The layout of the visa room has sauna style, from the top to the four walls are rough logs.

People's meticulous performance is in the orderly system, even though the number five or six is waiting to work. After entering the room, they still need to get the number first, and then wait for the old woman in silence.

When the door was pushed in, there was a sense of Magic: the old women who listened to a lot of people acted as if they were talking in a long way. There were three working windows in the room, and four men and consulates were gathered in a pile, surrounded by a woman in a window. They were all the joys of the weekend flea market in Rome's old workers' district. There were four men in Italy.

I ask the men who are waiting to work here.

The man blankly said, "system?

No

You see where there is a man, keep an eye on him and stick to him.

Some people have studied the queuing style of Europeans, and the results show that Italians and Spaniards are most lack of queuing consciousness. They believe that queuing is bound up with human nature.

I was presented as a decree, and he was too lazy to see it.

The only thing that hangs him up is the castle that I will lodge in Italy. The visa officer carefully checked out the deposit receipt I printed out, and asked for the detailed address of the castle. At last, I dug up a castle map, which was shaped like a medieval siege.

It is estimated that the castle with a good price and good feng shui really makes the visa officer slammed, and it is also the number of private goods that can be collected by a boring visa for one day.

The visa room is a movable house like a small bag of foreman in the construction site. Because the environment is cramped, the applicant stands by the wall and has a few minutes to see the work from the countryside.

There are only about ten appointments in the morning, and the workload is quite relaxed. The interview for the visa officer is probably a little boring.

The female visa officer who received me was in the prime of youth, and had not exercised in the storm. So there was no official business. I expressed my deep sympathy for the documents I needed to carry a bunch of visas during my trip, and the harsh regulations on the policy could only be given to me for two times in three months.

She was begging me in good faith and suddenly eyed the Bohemian necklace on my neck.

I wanted to put on a sword to give the hero a great show, but when she saw that she had already signed the "approval" stamp on my application form, she turned the hand to pick the necklace and scratched it. Only the fairy showed her where to buy it, but the little girl was very excited.

The work of the official is really boring. You must do your job well: otherwise, you will be a visa officer.

Editor in chief: Du Jun