Yup, the huge first-class letter containing my passport (with the visa carefully glued in at page 27 or so) and a Mystery Sealed Envelope, not to be tampered with or I’ll be plunged summarily into a piranha tank, arrived today. Woohoo!
The interview itself was a complete travesty. After fiddling with the paperwork - mostly making sure it was all there - they asked me one (1) interview question (I counted twice to be sure). This hugely important question was: “How did you meet your fiancee ?” After telling about Amsterdam, message boards, scheming tatertots and canal rides, the next word out of their mouths were: “Your papers will be with you at the end of the week.”
Now, I could get all snippy about travelling Hamburg-Frankfurt to answer one (1) question, but I guess I won’t. After all, things have been moving pretty quickly by INS time (i.e., glacial, not geological, scale of movement) and I got the desired outcome.
Best luck to you, Rick! Just be sure to have all the papers, copies of all the papers and a good book to read while the bureaucratic machinery is grinding.
Oh, and I abstained from addressing them as Tovaritsj.