August 7, 2013
We are spending a few days in Russia so my task was to get visa's for the stay. Now I feel intimidated fairly easy so going to the Russian Embassy was a huge stretch for me. I know, I am an idiot but that is not an excuse that washes easily.
I rang the doorbell at the gate and it buzzed. It took quite a hard push before the metal gate groaned open enough for me to slip in. I was faced by a creepered courtyard and finally located the door to the offices.
My fingers shook a bit as I pulled down the the polished brass door handle and eased the door open. Now when I was growing up, Russians were always the baddies, that's why 007 needed to eliminate each and every one that crossed his path. What I was confronted with was a scene from MIB.
Two stunningly looking men, dressed in black suits, white shirts and black ties. I could imagine how shiny their black shoes were too. I smiled and said good morning, and getting the expected no reply but a curt nod. He flicked through my documents like a teacher with a red pen, marking, making notes and checking.
And then he looked up. "Where is your Irish passport?" Now I have to admit, the accent is as attractive as the man uttering the words. I stuttered "I'm using my South African one."
I am using two passports for my travels and the agent submitted the wrong number for the invitation from Russia. I had to get that fixed and return the next day.
So today I returned, feeling less apprehensive. I heaved the door open to be confronted by the same dreamy man, but he smiled today as he asked if I came right.
“One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.”
― Anne Rice,