The cricket has seeped through everything, and has overshadowed the adventure with the visa agent….
Remember I told you that reason had won over greed? Well that was so. And it stands there. But alas, enter a bigger player in to the game: Curiosity.
Ultimately, the curiosity within me to find out who she is, what uncouth plan she had, and what fun I could have listening to yarns she spin – they all foot soldiers, overcame everything else to the contrary and I decided to fix up an appointment to meet up and discuss the issue.
To be on the safe side, I let her get there first (no this is not crime fiction where hero gets first and lays in ambush). Besides McDonalds at Rajagiriya is not too far a shore to sail. Again a defensive stroke, went there, mingled in the crowds, found a good vantage point – and gave her a ring (phone ring that was – not the “Other” ring). Well saw her pick up, checked who else was there, it looked easy prey, she was all by herself.
Well, to cut it all short, she did not have a blue clue about the visa process.
“I can do rejections you know”.
Oh fine, what will be the procedure in that?
“All I want is the rejection letter, then they’d call them for an interview..”
OK fine, but how come they reverse the decision and call for an interview when the decision was made and informed and passport returned? Won’t there be a prob if someone checked?
“Oh my contact is in and out of the embassy all the time, he literally lives there, it’s the visa officer who makes decision – the guy who actually decides to give or not the visa. Its visa officer you know..”
It was no point going on about that. She was arrogant and went to lengths in clarifying things. Now this is a sure sign of this person feeling insecure with my cross questions. I was convinced she was ill informed, deceived (or is trying to deceive me), and was not sure if her “contact” could actually stamp the visas.
All that she wants is another – passport, to try out if she’d be able to make a killing out of it.
What am I going to do? Like the last time, I bought myself some more time. Next step is to give her a passport through a collaborating friend, or a visa refusal letter to see how things turn out. I have everything on the record and the next stop of HMS Curious is to reach the hostile shores of Officio Corruptiona – with the aid of Medea.
Why? Cause I need to know who the natives of that land are, if there indeed any.
Minor revision there: I have met a few of them in the past. This time I just checking out the new arrivals…………
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