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His legitimate anxiety results from the constant resistance of this young Turkish man and of Image Aiguë’s office to obtain his residence permit that will allow him to travel without fear from Diyarbakir to Lyon, Prague, Stockholm, etc…
8.10
I can see a very long queue almost hanging from the wall of the prefecture! In front of this long waiting, I keep thinking of Christiane Véricel’s performance, Ici là-bas, and I can’t do anything else but smile. Indeed, in this place, I recognize a kind of truth perfectly expressed in her creation: a mixture of idioms (various African dialects, Spanish, Arabic, “Franglais”, French and Portuguese), all of them different but expressing the same hope.
8.45
The queue moves on a little, the tension is unwinding and people are slightly pushing. The doors of the prefecture open themselves, heavily protected by an army of police men.
9. Am
A lady hidden behind her glass wall tells me: “Well for you, it’s the red file, at the bottom on the left.” Then she gives me a ticket, number 448.
9. 10
I am looking for Burhan, but there are so many people here that I can’t see him in this ocean of human beings. As I am looking back, I can hear that they are already calling number 422. I am getting worried, imaging that if Burhan doesn’t come back, we’ll have to queue again and ask for another ticket …
9. 20
“Marianne…” I turn back: Burhan is standing next to me, a big innocent smile on his lips (but still looking worried).
He holds a ticket in his hand: number 428!
But how did he manage to get it? I don’t want to know! We are dashing off at the end of the corridor and then see that there are only three people in front of us.
9. 30
426, 427, 428! We are going to another glass cabin, where a little brown man is waiting for us, a nice smile on his face.
Burhan hands him over his receipt while the man taps on his computer keyboard. I am daring a lightly crisped smile towards Burhan.
The man stands up, rummages about in his big grey locker and takes out this famous RESIDENCE PERMIT, we were so much longing for!
Burhan reaches his hand towards the paper but the man says: “Wait a minute, I just have to check something … actually, I need the certificate of the Anaem. As long as I don’t have it, I can’t give you anything, I’m afraid”.
9.45
We dashed off “head over heels” to the company’s office to get the paper required.
10.15
Back to the prefecture, here we are again, in front of the little man in his glass house: “Oh! But these are not the right tax stamps! I need other ones, some OMI type”.
At that point, I could imagine myself taking the chair to break the glass window with all my power and catch the little man and………
But, instead, I came to reason, kept cool and looked at him saying kindly: “No problem, will buy them straight away.”
10.30
We looked around for a tobacconist and then bought tax stamps OMI for an amount of 300 €.
10.58
The residence permit is personally handed over to Burhan whose worried look immediately changes showing how relieved and satisfied he is. Inch’Allah !
Marianne Schlégel, in charge of administration and press relations for Image Aiguë
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