Eight months after filling out my application, then getting my receipt stamped month after month ... after month ... at the gendarmerie, I finally have my carte de sejour. This is my official work card, similar to Moroccans' carte nationale, except that of course I am not a citizen.
I'll miss the authority with which the local gendarme would faithfully stamp my little piece of paper each month, but I can still get a taste of that whenever I pick up a package at the post office.
As if my work card weren't enough, I also finally received a stack of 100 very official-looking business cards -- English (above) on one side, Arabic (below) on the other. Spiffy, no?
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2 comments:
Cool! Your name is beautiful in Arabic. That would make a nice tattoo.
Molly
ooh la la!!
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