Red Tape in the Machine

Well things are semi-rolling along on my legality process. I got my work visa sticker in Chicago. I got my stamp when I landed back in Warszawa. The private office that's helping us then picked up my passport for I don't know what and returned it 4 days later with no comment.

Now this week I'm trying to get 'registered' with the infamous Wojewedon (Vo-ye-VE-don) office-the ultimate Communiste-era red tape machine. My landlord, who didn't know I was living in his place until today, and who also doesn't speak English, AND who also lives at least 2 hours away, will be required to come into this red tape plaza with me and sign off that I do, indeed, live in his abode in Warszawa.

As my dad would say, 'Asinine!'

After all this, then I'm allowed to apply for the 'legitimacja,' a residence card, and a driver's license.

Joy.

Keep your fingers crossed for me!

The West corridor

2Cs-Chihuly and Calatrava. A very similar piece is in the lobby of Seattle's Alexis Hotel, of which The North Face shares the same block with. Every glass piece is put in a perforated post, very delicately, and in a puzzling and exacting order!

2 statuesque women!

Fully outstretched wings, preparing for closure. Time 11:59 AM

Flappin' like a bird...

Almost there...

Wings fully closed-ready to brave the high winds if necessary!