Bad BG, Part 2
Now it is time for some good
news. Or maybe not.
Art or just vandalism? |
Sofia station, yet again |
AGS should really be called a "fright company" because it was such a shock when they told us how expensive it would be and giving them all of the documents is a nightmare as well! When we went to the notarius, we had another fright: both of the documents that AGS sent to me must have parallel English translations. Yes, AGS could have told me that, but yes, you guessed it: they didn't. This means, of course, that I had to get busy with Google Translate and then send the two documents from AGS to the notarius with the English translations. (So why can't the notarius translate them himself? That is a good question and I do not know the answer.)
Yet another chat with the Microwave Woman |
Such a comfortable chair too. |
Then on Tuesday morning we
had to go into Sofia AGAIN, in order to go to the notarius AGAIN, collect the
signed and stamped documents and send them to AGS. Then perhaps, if I am lucky,
AGS in Shenzhen will send our shipment to Bulgaria.
After the notarius, we were able to go back to the woman who lives in the microwave oven. After lots of photocopies and a form-filling session, as well as lots of scrutiny of our documents, we were not given our new Bulgarian residency cards because the Microwave Woman's boss was away, so we have to come back tomorrow.
Pretty slow going, hey? Well, we simply must get our Bulgarian cards done. "Yes, but why?" I hear you ask. You cannot do much with one. You can use it as an identity card, but of course you can also use your passport to prove your identity. So why all this bother with BG cards? So that we can apply for our Russian visas! Yes, we can apply. We might not even get them, but our wonderful Bulgarian Residency cards will mean that at least we are permitted to apply for Russian visas. Crazy, isn't? All these documents and visits to the notarius and the MIcrowave Oven Woman, all so that we can go to Russia. Bizarre BG! Well, the Russian Embassy will not accept our application forms for the visas if we do not have BG Residency. It was much the same story five years ago, when we applied for our Chinese visas.
After the notarius, we were able to go back to the woman who lives in the microwave oven. After lots of photocopies and a form-filling session, as well as lots of scrutiny of our documents, we were not given our new Bulgarian residency cards because the Microwave Woman's boss was away, so we have to come back tomorrow.
Pretty slow going, hey? Well, we simply must get our Bulgarian cards done. "Yes, but why?" I hear you ask. You cannot do much with one. You can use it as an identity card, but of course you can also use your passport to prove your identity. So why all this bother with BG cards? So that we can apply for our Russian visas! Yes, we can apply. We might not even get them, but our wonderful Bulgarian Residency cards will mean that at least we are permitted to apply for Russian visas. Crazy, isn't? All these documents and visits to the notarius and the MIcrowave Oven Woman, all so that we can go to Russia. Bizarre BG! Well, the Russian Embassy will not accept our application forms for the visas if we do not have BG Residency. It was much the same story five years ago, when we applied for our Chinese visas.
Spiffy hats |
On Monday afternoon, the
good news was that Irena was able to sort out our travel insurance for our trip
to Russia, as well as a year’s medical insurance for Bulgaria. (Medical
insurance is required if you are applying for your Bulgarian Residency card.)
Well, the next day was Tuesday and we did indeed go into
Sofia yet again (it was in fact our fourth visit and the novelty is wearing
off). Finally, the notarius did give us the stamped and signed documents for
AGS. The Microwave Woman was next. We had to sign another piece of paper and we
were told to come back in three days’ time to collect our new BG Residency
cards. Well, it looks as though all of our efforts are finally going to pay
off.
Before going back to Kalotina, we managed to find the
Eurotherm heating company, with the help of a friendly taxi driver, and they
are going to come to our house and measure it, in order to work out what sort
of central heating system we should install.
Bulgarian stationmasters (or stationmistresses) have spiffy
hats, by the way. Apologies for the quality of the photo, as the windows of most Bulgarian trains are filthy.
More good news: Bill and Julia seem to be having a good time in the U.S.
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