Since the queue is not surprising as no it turned out, I signed up, and collecting all the documents after three days. First impression – it is fear. Because all were told that the embassy rather severely, saying that if something goes wrong and all will not go, yet stigma can put in your passport that is no longer trying to break through somewhere. I entered. Hall, nothing special. It is worth some small stands.
Said lower passport. When light up some light greens – to pass. Lowered, and it red! No, you just imagine how the news of tourism. Red – my passport is not valid. I'm all pale and uncle guard, is already causing others. Come. Began to understand, to see what where it is written.
Flipped through records, I was nearly brought to faint, and it turns out that the records they have on my old passport, which I had to replace due to loss of the previous one. They sighed and conceded. Continue climbing to a few I have flown again came across a 'brother. He said to remove all the iron and go through a metal detector that is shorter than me, enveloped negative radiation weapons not found, kolesche-cutting items, too, so missed. Here began most interesting. I conducted the interview. A woman started to figure out my name, my age, and, among other things, it is not polite, then asked where I live, where learned about the possibility of a trip, and then asked capital of France! No, just think what this question. Just do not make fun – I forgot honestly forgot that Paris – the capital of France as a travel guide. May be alarmed, that may yet but I forgot. Woman glanced at me and put the stamp, rather just pick up a passport, saying that everything will be fine tomorrow to pick up a passport with a visa. Lifted fingerprints and sent home. That's strange, coming from the room, remembered the capital instantaneously. No, it's too much! I do not like the embassy. But the trip turned out not bad