So the usual visa garbage they have been bugging me for 20 years now with (including a nice outro in Thailand that I might write about separately someday started again this February.
They revoked my resident card for some reason and told me to get a plane ticked that same week, show it to them and then leave the country for a visa run the week after.
I probably bought that ticket myself. Or did I. No I think I didn’t. Anyway, that Friday I was supposed to show them my plane ticket. While I was biking to the immigration office (some 14kg away) they called me. I had just departed from my crib. The woman in charge of this asked:
Her: Immigration Office, blahblah. Where do you live?
Me: You’re asking me about the plane ticket? I’m already on my way to the Immigration office. I’ll be there within an hour or so.
Her: I need to know where you currently live.
Me: I’m already on my way with the plane ticket. I’m on a bicycle now and I don’t exactly remember my address on top of my head.
Her: You already brought the plane ticket?
Me: Yes. And I’m outside now, on the way to the immigration office.
Her: Ok.
It’s up to you to decide why she needed my address 😉
In 大四, when I was 29-30, the freaks who were hired 20 years ago to ruin my life called me after a few year hiatus! I immediately recognised their voice of course. There were two of them. The Taiwanese simply did not want to pick them up, because they were so dumb at what they were doing that it would have taken two hours. Apparently they were still out there doing the work of God while they had other freaks preparing this rather epic monstrosity.
Her: I need to know where you live.
Me: I live near the university.
Her: No, no, I need to know where you live exactly.
Me: Hahahahahahaha.
(Both conversation were actually conducted in Chinese, but for the sake of convenience I’ve written them down in the somewhat more common tongue so to say.)
Sounds familiar doesn’t it. One wonders what they needed my address for that time 😉
I would almost feel pity for poor volunteers who might feel scared while they’re doing their job. But after this insane load of absolute garbage that they conducted I simply think that they deserve this. In fact, what they’re going through is absolutely nothing compared to what I went through. These are just extremely cowardly kindergarten kids.
Anyway, some people apparently have held my back. Thanks a lot. Don’t worry, I do not forget.
If it’s true then we will surely meet again.
