Siicly: Palermo Questura, some Success

We had some success at the Palermo Questura today. We met Italy's busiest man - nameless I'm afraid, because officials here do not announce their names, nor their positions. However, he was the first person to say "yes". A qualified "yes", but "yes" nevertheless.

 For the record... Christopher thinks this is because this guy is definitely Sarah's demographic (Handsome Italian Man in a Uniform ;-)

We simply walked in past the line up of patient people and asked our question. We suspect that we walked past many other people who were also waiting to ask their question, but we aren't certain about that. I've always been of the view that if you are going to do something questionable, act like: a) you are doing the right thing; b) that you know it is the right thing. The corollary of this is Grandy's advice (my policeman Granddad); "if you are going to do something wrong, do it right and don't get caught".

So, we are now in receipt of an official receipt for an appointment for something. Who knows? It is a raggedy piece of paper that has a snazzy Italian stamp on it! We also discovered that we must produce a multitude of additional documents; birth certificates (long form, which neither of us have) marriage certificates, certificates of income, accommodations, etc. all officially translated into Italian.

Oh, and an official stamp, which costs 16 EU, but which you can purchase an any tobacconist. That we got! Anyone who wants an official stamp only needs to pay and they can have one, just about anywhere! Have I mentioned that the tobacconist also sells cell phone time (not phones themselves), internet time (not the internet device), lotto tickets, candy, booze, books, magazines and other random objects?