You read this shit like an idiot.

You go there.
You hand in your request, a copy of your ID card and your employer issued document attesting that you are their employee.
In a perfectly robotic fashion, the clerk there hands you a typed affidavit, with you swearing that you’ve never worked as a freelancer before, and you’re told to fill it in.
Then she asks you what you did before working there.
She ends up sending you home, to find your university diploma and prove to them that you were actually a student before then…

You exit cursing typically Romanian, thinking about the new curse words (for you) which you heard yesterday from a stinking gypsy (this is a private conversation which I’m recording like an idiot and publishing because I hit the wrong button - what do you think, will I become President of Romania), in downtown Bucharest: “**** your lungs out”.

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