Photo: Maurice Louis Branger
Many people ask me: “What the heck are you doing in the pretty happy New World.” First of all, the pretty happy New World is not always pretty and certainly not always happy. But it is definitely exciting and interesting to live here in the Bay Area in between lots of somatic-spiritual-psychological awareness, that keeps everyone extremely busy!
But again: “What the heck am I doing here?”
I start with my New Year’s resolutions for 2013. They were simple:
- Go earlier to bed,
- Get a job that pays me well,
- And do some arty projects.
The result so far: I rarely make it to bed before 12am, I don’t have a job that pays me well, but I do some arty projects and extremely enjoy collaborating with Giselle and Mary. Continue reading
Today I have something serious to write about the country I decided to live in. My friend Giselle and her husband filed an I-212 waiver. The I-212 is an application for permission to reapply for admission into the United States after deportation or removal. The entire application was a large stack of papers, the kind that you need two arms to carry. It included documents that their marriage is real, bank statements, apartment leases, telephone bills and a lot of letters from friends and family members that shared their desire for justice proclaimed. There’s no formal time limit by which US Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS) has to release a decision about Giselle’s husband’s waiver. They might answer tomorrow, or in a few months or maybe next year. They submitted the application in September of 2012. If the answer is positive they can apply for permanent residency. The same application I had to go through.
Now you have to hold your breath: The United States Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS) does not know where the waiver application is! It is missing. The big pile of paper with all the accumulated documents has disappeared. It has vanished in the universe of bureaucracy’s ignorance. Continue reading