Mar. 23rd, 2009

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I just talked to my father about the possibility of getting deported. I feel much better about it, actually, although obviously I still come down 100% in the category of 'don't fucking do that to me, please'.

The thing that had been worrying me most was the real potential of spending a night or two in jail before I can actually get put on a plane and leave. The friend-of-a-friend who got deported (for turning in a visa application two weeks late - I'm already five weeks late), spent a night in jail. I was stressed about that.

My dad, though, just said, "Well, it'll be an experience." I get the impression that my mother and he were expecting me to end up in jail at some point anyway, and are mostly just relieved to find that it isn't going to be for actually doing something wrong. Although now that I think about it, it's really just a continuation of a problem I've been having all my life, that of turning homework in on time.

Also he says it's unlikely to affect my ability to get security clearance for jobs in the future. Which is excellent. I mean, in D.C., every job worth having requires security clearance. My friend Mike's summer job required security clearance and some sort of contractual oath of secrecy. It would suck if I crippled my lifelong chances of employment in my hometown for a situation that was neither my fault nor totally avoidable. Apparently if I had come a month earlier and turned in my application with the same degree of lateness, it wouldn't have mattered at all, but with the current economic situation being what it is, the government is rejecting even on-time visa applications out of hand. The difference is, if you apply on time and are rejected, you are simply reminded that you have to leave once your three months are up. If it's late and they reject it, you're already illegal, and now the government knows where you live. So, deportation.

I have an appointment to go to Dresden to turn in my application on the 30th. My dad convinced me that attempting to stay in Prague for a year or whatever without even turning in a visa application is not the way to go, so at least I'll get to see a bit of Germany as well?

So yes. I'm not so scared anymore, although if I have to go home I will be heartbroken and also I have no clue what my next step would be at all. On the other hand, I would certainly have something awesome to put on that LJ meme of '10 things I've done that you probably haven't.'

I also need to find out if, when they deport you, they make you pay for the plane ticket. The silver lining of this whole thing would definitely be if I got to go home and see my family and friends for free, since right now I can't pay for squat. Last month, my meager pay-packet savings were eaten up by an emergency at the copy shop (I wanted 1 color copy and 8 black and white copies of a set of flash cards for my kids - I wound up with 9 color copies, for a bill of around 50 American dollars, which was everything I had). This month, my savings are being eaten up by an emergency cardiologists appointment. I was having an irregular heartbeat, and between my need to see someone who speaks English, and my lack of national health insurance, I needed to find a private doctor, which promises to be expensive.

Anyway, I remember back when I first came to Prague, I went to the plaque in the Charles Bridge that is said to grant a wish - one wish per lifetime to anyone who rubs the plaque. I wished that I would get to stay in Prague. I read later that the plaque is also supposed to ensure that anyone who touches it will return to Prague, so I really doubled up on the power for my particular wish, kind of like blowing out your birthday candles while holding a four-leaf clover. I have to believe that if the contract runs out on my own wish, the power of the plaque will re-assert itself and I will be returning to Prague in short order.

Ah, well. I said I wanted adventure. I can't be mad at the world for providing.


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So. According to my boss, despite the fact that I haven't gone anywhere or turned anything in, my visa stuff is on time. Or "in process," as she puts it. I do not know how this could be, but she told me not to worry, and agreed (I think) to call the labor office for me and plead my case.

As you can probably tell, it's hard to get a single straight answer from my boss. For one thing, she doesn't speak absolutely the best English, and for another, I get the impression that sometimes she makes stuff up as she goes along. Generally, I ask her the same questions two or three times, then try to extrapolate the average from the different answers she gives me. In any case, she seems unfussed about the possibility of me getting deported, so there's that.

She's really going to want to keep me, too, particularly once New York Colleague gives her two-week's notice in a few days.

While that's kind of sort of comforting, more news is coming through the expat community of deportations, and people leaving so as not to be deported. Our British and Australian friends are fine, what with not needing visas, but a lot of Americans here are going around scared. I'm just trying to keep my head on straight and looking forward to David coming in two weeks so as to keep my focus positive.



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