- and no, I’ve not been thrown in (or out of) jail.
Advance Parole is the document (technically, form I-512 (as requested by submitting form I-131)) a newly-wed furriner like me needs in order to leave the US. Well, technically I can leave at any time, I need it to re-enter.
And receiving it marks that we’ve gained a major objective in my merciless and protracted battle with the INS. Remember, kids, you can’t spell “insanity” without typing “INS”!
Along the line, I’ve arrived at the INS office at 05:45 AM and
had to queue for 3 hours and 45 minutes before even making it to the front door and then been told that “this sort of application is not accepted by personal delivery any more.”
We’ve had photos returned for not showing enough of my right ear, never mind that they were exact copies of the about a dozen photos that accompanied every other piece of paperwork to the INS. And never mind that the INS complains about being understaffed, still someone found the time to use two different highlighters on the form letter that accompanied the offending photos. Very efficient.
I’ve talked to a variety of nincompoops with less knowledge of the rules than I had, trying very, very hard not to show my impatience. (“But I thought that according to the memo number 456-234 dated so-and-so form X-545664 is no longer needed and Y-4235423345 would substitute ? I did take the liberty of printing it from your website.” )
I’ve been fingerprinted, vaccinated, X-rayed, I’ve submitted authorized translations of I don’t know how many documents.
I’ve filled out forms solemnly declaring that I’m NOT a terrorist, a criminal, infected with syphilis, that I do not intend to overthrow the government, that I’m not wanted for genocide, that I’m not insane…
I’ve asked for the status of my case and been told that my best chance to see if my precious, precious paperwork was being processed (3 weeks after delivery) was to “check if my fee checks had cleared the bank”. And those are not small fees either - just the latest batch ran into $535, all things told.
But I now finally have that welcome, welcome letter: “You will be notified by mail no later than 18 months from the date of this notice… Please do not contact this office prior to 18 months from the control date to inquire about the status of your application.”
Ahhhh. 18 whole months.
My work permit expires in a year, as does my Advance Parole, so there’s still a few skirmishes to look forward to. But for now, there’s a lull in the fighting.
Time for my sweet Shayna and myself to lean back and take pride in a job well done.
S. Norman