Today’s task was going to be a tedious one. As a US citizen, I am required to file a permesso di soggiorno, or a residency permit, with the local Bologna police station. I had already gone through the elaborate document scavenger hunt to produce a stack of different-sized, colored and stamped pages to prove I was financially solvent, doubly health-insured and photographed poorly in passport offices. This packet was delivered to the police station, and I awaited the call to complete the process by having my fingerprints taken. I dreaded the necessary interaction with the infamous web of Italian red tape, but looked forward to walking around afterwards with inked fingers, causing people to wonder what I had been booked for. I like to keep people guessing.
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