Thursday, September 14, 2006

Not Without My Daughter

When you have a mixed marriage, sometimes you pay the price later. Today that price was paid spending four hours at the lovely American consulate in East Jerusalem.

Like me, Mrs Co.Il comes from the land that is red, white and blue but instead of having six stars on her flag she has 50.

We are going to be going to the States for Succot and need to register YM as someone born abroad as well as getting her American passport.

So we trekked to East Jersualem at 7.30 in the morning and took our place in the queue. My first impressions that we had landed on the set of 24. Reasons for this was all the two cheeked kisses.

Luckily Mrs Co.Il was incredibly organized and after having been to the Interior Ministry earlier in the week had every piece of documentation we needed.

After speaking to the attendant on the outside we were told to wait outside until we would be called one at a time. Went inside and then through two metal detectors where we found ourselves in a small waiting room. Small is the operative word as if there are too many people in there they don’t let any more people in.

After a while we were called up where Mrs Co.Il produced her phone book size stack of documents. He ticked off everything except we didn’t have our original marriage certificate, just copies. The original must have got mixed up with the Interior Ministry stuff.

So I had to go back home and get it. Into a cab, run upstairs, get back into the cab and then return to the scene of the crime. When I got back there was almost a party going on with a couple from our birth classes as well as married friends of ours.

I produced the marriage certificate and all that did was allow us to proceed to Step 4h of the process which was to examine the evidence that Mrs Co.Il was a resident of the USA for a number of years before she was 14 as well as a couple of years after.

So what evidence did we present?
School Transcripts.
School Yearbooks.
Certificate from School that Mrs Co.Il was a Mitzvah Girl.
Birth Certificate of Mrs Co.Il's Cabbage Patch Doll.
School Chessed of the Week award
Library Card.
Blockbuster Card.
Subway Ticket from 1991.
Ticket Stub to Cats.

With such great documentation it was a matter of case closed and we were on our way.

Now when it comes to giving her an Australian passport, it’s far easier. All she has to do is eat a Vegemite sandwich.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Vegemite is nasty.
You think my Mentch of The Month will suffice. Wait - I never got one of those ...

5:19 PM  
Blogger eliesheva said...

Ha! I TOTALLY appreciate that story... and will more some day, hopefully.

9:43 AM  
Blogger socialworker/frustrated mom said...

Good luck with that, have a great trip. Nice blog.

8:27 PM  
Blogger tafka PP said...

Seriously, don't do the Vegemite, that's beyond unfair. At least make it a Strawberry Freddo. Or a - Lamington?

8:41 PM  
Blogger kasamba said...

Why doesn't she just prove that she can toss a few roo burgers on the barbie???

2:55 AM  
Blogger Sarah said...

It sounds like YOU are the one who will have to eat Vegemite. Probably won't be a problem, eh?

1:59 PM  
Blogger the only way i know said...

tooooo funny!
a mitvah note?!
ha ha!!!

9:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey , i was at the consulate too on thursday, wonder if i saw you.

6:24 AM  
Anonymous ifyouwillit... said...

At least raise the baby on Marmite.

10:28 AM  

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