How I Cried my Way to a Permanent Residence in Italy

Spoiler: It didn’t help, it’s just how I felt

Sangeeta Kalsi
Human Parts

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Line outside of the Immigration office, Florence, Italy
This is 7:30am outside the Questura di Firenze. We’ve been here since 6:00 am. It doesn’t open until 9:00 am. (Source: Author)

Pam*, the kind girl at the copy-place, refreshed the Poste Italiane page for the fifth time that morning, then turned to me with a lot of confusion in her eyes.

“I don’t think you can get that online identification number… even with all this paperwork you brought.”

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Sangeeta Kalsi
Human Parts

Dubai-born Indian living in Italy. I write an art column - follow "An Artists Diary." Writing from a feminist immigrant's lens.