If you have read Peter Mayles´ book "One year in Provence" you know what we are fighting...
When I read it in Sweden I really thought much of it was fiction, written to entertain the reader, and not his every-day reality. Now I know better!
Should I tell you all my struggle with the paperwork here this blog could be very, very long. Let me just tell you that when we are going to the authorities or going out to buy something bigger, we always bring with us the;
-empadronamiento (a paper from the city hall that shows where you live)
-the latest phone or other bill (to show that we are really living where there)
-NIE number (spanish personal number)
-contract from work
-the latest salaries
-the rental contract of the apartment
-seguridad social (shows that you are in the system)
-the bank account
-last years return
I am sure that I have forgotten something - like we often do with the actual papers... In addition to the stamped, signed and authorized papers we need to have copies with us.
An example of this hysterical paperwork is that we have not been able to PAY bills because we did not have the other persons security number. Twice I was not let to pay the phone for another person because of this. The sum is on the bill but they just refuse to take the money if it comes from the wrong hand.
Today however I was going to the Hacienda (tax office) to get a certificate, and as usual we took the whole pack with us. But when in the car it hit us that we forgot the obligatory latest bill. Should we go back and get it???
We took the chance and went on without it.
When we got to the Hacienda there were nearly no queues. I got in line, got my certificate and that was that - without noone even wanting to see any phonebills. WOW! A big moment.
Next we went to the Seguridad Social office to get a card for the EU health system that we need if we are leaving Spain. Same thing here: no queue. No asking for bills or what my fathers name in Sweden is. WOW again!
Funny thing is that my husband started to take out sheet after sheet from our pack and showing it to the clerk, who took a nice long look at it as it was some sort of very valuable information.
After five years in Spain they are starting to treat us as their own! Nice feeling!
I have never lived abroad in another country - maybe it is the same to be a foreigner in Sweden. I has been some tiresome years I can tell you.
Hopefully they are over and this was not only a very lucky day!
This had nothing to do with weightloss, just life. Well - I have got a lot of exercise running from office to office with all these papers.