Reborn in Sweden

Hailing from the little red dot, I'm going to freeze my arse off in Sweden. My exploits, tribulations and triumphs. My expectations, fears and joys. Sweden, here I come!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Called but No Luck

I called the airport police again. And he insisted that it wouldn't be a problem, and that I'll be able to go home. He remembered me...

Well, duh... Of course, I'll be able to go home. It's a matter of whether I'll face any problems when I'm trying to head back home.

If asked about the misssing entry stamp at France, I was told to show them the boarding pass stubs and tell them that it was their fault for not giving me one in the first place. Xiao leh. Nanti I offend them, then how?

Asked if I should make a report and get an official memo, he said no. And they won't give one to me. What the? I'm not asking for an entry stamp now! I'm asking to make a report to verify that I've notified the relevant authorities (whatever it is) that I am aware of the anomaly in my passport and that they are also aware of it. So difficult meh?

In short, no recourse whatsoever.

Authorities are the same everywhere. C'est la vie.

What now? Ignore it?

Suay-ness is my name.

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