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August 23, 2005
In other matters, on joint ventures
The joint venture paper work is proceding apace. About 3 of 14 steps to registration have been solved. Remaining items include fabricating documents that the benight Third World rent seeking vampire bureaucrats have invented and exist only here, but which these Civil Code demons insist must exist globally because very obviously THE way to do things involves the most hideous intepretations of the already hideous Code Civil.
Today's success, which involved - and this is sadly the unvarnished truth - my calling on contacts so as to get a senior police official to come down from the Main office to expedite the obtaining of the Certificate of Residency, which of course is merely a certificate certifying that the information in my Residency Permit - issued by the self same government - is in fact, legal, valid and official.
This merely took a day. And 20 units of local currency for official taxes and the like.
All to obtain a document certifying that my official document certified official information that was obtained officially and officially did not contradict anything else, officially speaking.
Long live regulation. Why once we get fair trade..... everyone will be better off.... Really. And they'll have donuts too. Magicla ones.
I personally am looking forward to obtaining of the Certification of No Judicial Cases (or otherwise known as the Negative Certificate, although it is actually positive in the sense it is a negative response to a negative question), although this also requires me to obtain the self-same from my home country (where such does not exist, but I'll concoct something to dupe these little vamperous trolls - although it adds to total cost).
Posted by The Lounsbury at August 23, 2005 06:15 PM
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Not to disturb your otherwise fine rant, but such items have current analogues even in your native country. (Not so much the Certificate of Residency, though that does have analogues in many places, some of which - such as the FSU - are ones one probably wouldn't want to emulate.) A fair number of countries require a notarized, apostilled statement from foreigners' consulates that they are free to marry before issuing a marriage license. But the U.S. requires, for green card processing, the equivalent of your Certification of No Judicial Cases (known as a Police Certificate) for every country where the applicant has lived for 6 months or more since the age of 16. (Spain, for example, requires the equivalent to process any work or long-term residency visa.)Imagine how much fun that would be in your case.
To get my ex a Soviet exit visa, I had to provide not only a notarized statement that I would provide food, shelter, and any necessary medical care while he was here, but I also had to get the notary's seal notarized at City Hall. Cost me money I really couldn't spare at the time, but at least it was accomplished on a lunch break rather than taking an entire day.
Posted by: Eva Luna at August 23, 2005 08:10 PM
By the way, when a friend of mine needed the equivalent of the Negative Certificate to pacify the Spaniards, she got it from the last local police jurisdiction where she had lived in the U.S. (Actually, the local cops told her it needed to be done in person, so she had her sister impersonate her, but that's another story.)
Posted by: Eva Luna at August 23, 2005 08:24 PM
Bah, not analagous at all, the immigration nonsense (however illiberal and retarded it is). This particular item should be straightforward, not requiring 15 seperate and often duplicative permissions.
Posted by: collounsbury at August 24, 2005 08:00 PM
My grandfather used to work for PG&E, an electricity/gas utility that covers all of Northern and some of Central CA.
He had a co-worker who went a bit nutty, spent some time in a mental institution, and was released with a Certificate of Sanity.
He used to come to my grandfathers' place of work, and the bosses would send him out to handle him, as he wasn't afraid of the guy.
Whenever the guy was asked about his behavior, he pull out a copy of his document and tell his questioners:
"Here's my Certificate of Sanity. Where's yours?"
Posted by: The Dark Avenger at August 25, 2005 06:29 PM
