How I Saved the Island of St. Maarten

Friday morning I woke up with a smile as this was the day I was going to be registered and I could just relax and enjoy my few days of holiday. I packed my things, filled out the form, double and triple checked that all was accounted for and everythign was signed and stamped by all who had to sign.
After 90 inutes of waiting in which I was told that I nearly started a mutiny as I bypassed people standing in line since 7 in the morning, it was my turn at the small window in the back of the building. Honestly, I didn't know I thouhgt the line was for something else so I just walked in and stood in front of the window.
I handed over my papers with a smile as I was really proud that I had finished everything. The guy turns to me and aks me for my moving notice. I said: what? He said your moving notice. I said I don't have one and I wouldn't know if I asked the good people in London for something like that if they would laugh at me or just shake their heads. He said but you are from Curacao. I said sure but I haven't lived there in years. He went to the back, presumably to ask someone else about this particular never before encountered situation but probably to ahve a cup of tea. When eh came back he said: "You need a notice. We need to know that you are not registered anywhere else before we can register you here."
Let me tell you guys, my jaw dropped. I couldn't believe mye yes. I asked how he thoguht I was going to get one. Besides in my papers it clearly says that you need one ONLY if you are coming from the dutch Kingdom. This moving notice is something familiar only to the Netherlands. Newsflash: I am coming from LONDON. For those who are not very familiar with geography and all its intricacies, London is not part of the dutch kingdom. He said that I needed one from Curacao even though I haven't been there in years, but since I was born there I needed to proof that I am no longer living there.
So I snatched my papers from his hand, walked out, booked a flight home before I got my name in the papers for assaultinga government employee.
I hope for his own sake that he is not there next time I re-visit that small window. Or maybe I should say like Chris Rock said: I wish he would be at that window. Ooohh, how I wish.

Comments

  1. Laura JonesSeptember 12, 2010 at 12:07 PM

    I just can say, what a cow!

    The good thing is you will meet your family and that's a great thing!

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