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A Foot in Two Campos

Thoughts from a brand new home-owner in the Axarquía region of Málaga. I hope there might be some information and experiences of use to other new purchasers, plus the occasional line to provoke thought or discussion.

77 - Armed and Extremely Prepared
17 October 2013 @ 09:41

I'm a pacifist.  So going armed does not come naturally.  But for this encounter I needed everything in the armoury.  I needed to be fully tooled-up.  The secret weapon, the ultimate defence, was primed and was nestling reassuringly in the deep pocket of my trousers. 

I remembered the rule of the 6 Ps - Perfect Preparation Prevents Piss-Poor Performance.  I was prepared.  In order to sign the Registro de Ciudadanos de La Unión de Europa (the new version of what used to be called "residencia"), I was armed with all the paperwork that could possibly be asked for:

  • NIE (my official "foreigner's number")
  • Plus a copy
  • Padrón (registration at my local town hall)
  • Plus a copy
  • Padrón Historico (showing when I first registered)
  • Plus a copy
  • My form S1 from the UK Department of Work and Pensions to say they will cover my healthcare until January 2015
  • Plus a copy
  • 4 passport photos
  • Modelo EX-18 - the application to sign the Registro de Ciudadanos del UE
  • Plus three copies
  • Passport
  • Plus a certified copy
  • Certificate from the bank showing my average balance over the last three months (to prove I have adequate resources)
  • Plus a copy
  • The certificate from the town hall in Colmenar explaining that the house formerly known as number 21 is now officially known as number 1
  • Plus a copy
  • And (just in case), a copy of the Nota Simple (a short, official version of the escritura for my house).  Officially not necessary, but some expat websites have recommended taking it.

Nothing can go wrong.

Except that the Policía Nacional at Málaga's Oficina de Extranjeros has recently been randomly requiring that the form S1 from the UK government must be officially stamped (apostillado) by a notary in the UK.  Other people have reported that they have been asked for an official notarised translation.  None of this is mentioned on either the Spanish government's website, nor on the UK government's web pages for people moving to Spain.  It shouldn’t be necessary, as the form S1 is a standardised form across the EU, exactly for the purposes of being accepted anywhere without being stamped or translated.  But arguing with the people who have the power to grant or refuse resident status would be a fruitless and counter-productive exercise.

Technically, as a resident of Colmenar, I should go to the Policía Nacional at Málaga, where I would risk being turned away or having to go through a long and expensive process of finding a UK notary to stamp my S1.  Hmm.  If only there was some way of circumventing this .....

Enchufe to the rescue once again!  A coffee with a good friend, a phone call is made, and lo and behold I am sent to Torre del Mar comisaría where such stamps and translations are not required.

Armed with my bundle of papers (and of course my secret weapon) I turn up at the comisaría.  On entry I am given ticket number 40.  The machine is showing that number 19 is currently being served.  I go for coffee over the road at the conveniently-placed cafe (they should have a linked electronic display direct from the police station, as so many people are there awaiting their turn!).  After coffee and the machine is still only on 25.   

A young Polish couple are there to register their child, so that he can then be registered with the health service.  He is adorable and completely charms the waiting queue and the woman in charge of the extranjeros section.  Their application takes longer than it should as it is interspersed with a great deal of gurgling, cuddling, and general diversion.  A Spanish man is there to register his French girlfriend.  Her Spanish is fluent, her nationality only given away by the use of the French "rrrr" at the back of the throat, rather than the rolled Spanish "rrrr".  I chat with a Columbian woman - like most South Americans her Spanish is clear and easier to understand at speed.   We exchange phone numbers and agree to meet for a coffee and an intercambio, as she wants to improve her English.

Slowly the numbers click over.

Frustratingly, when it reaches 39, a man returns with some photocopies he'd had to go off for, and he is slotted in.  While he is finishing his business, a woman returns from the bank with her receipt, and SHE is slotted in.  Even more annoyingly, while she is being served, a woman wanders in, looks at the displayed number and tuts.  She had number 27 but went to the cafe and missed her turn.  So she is slotted in before me too.

The cafe over the road does a roaring trade for people waiting for their turn at the comisaría.   Jaime knows what the different nationalities like for breakfast.  It is mostly English people so he does a great line in bacon rolls.  The Polish people like something savoury, he says, and those from African countries prefer something sweet.  He is patient as customers struggle with their new language, and he repeats everything clearly to help people correct their pronunciation.  Unknowingly, Jaime is a small cog in the process all of us immigrants go through to become resident in our new country.

Finally it is my turn.  Having brought so many papers, of course I needed hardly any of them.  Rosa took my EX-18 application form (and just one of my copies), looked at my NIE, checked my passport and kept the copy I'd brought, took the copy but NOT the original of my S1 health cover document, and took the certificate from the bank showing my average balance over the last three months.

I didn't need the passport photos (as the residents' card doesn't have one), and didn't need the Padrón, the Padrón Historico, the certificate from the town hall about the change of number if my house, nor the escritura / Nota Simple.  But of course ...... had I not had them, the story may have been different.

After everything was approved, I was sent across the road to hand over €10.40 at the bank.  Returning with the stamped receipt, I was slotted in (presumably to the annoyance of the people with the next few numbers!) and my little green card was issued to me.  I am disproportionately proud of it.  Soy extranjera, pero soy residente oficial.  Estoy contenta.

At home I shut the door firmly behind me and breathed a sigh of relief.  The secret weapon hadn't been needed.  I went through to the study, slipped the stapler (*) out of my pocket and back into the desk drawer.

 

© Tamara Essex 2013

 

* EXPLAINING THE STAPLER

I'm sure that every immigrant in Spain has seen and enjoyed the legendary YouTube video about bureaucracy and funcionarios in a Spanish office.  It is brilliant, funny, and at least in part, pretty accurate.  It was made for an international film festival where it won an award some years ago, since when it "went viral" and became a standard part of the induction for newbies in Spain.  Then, it seems that "the authorities" took exception to its portrayal of Spanish civil servants, and earlier this year it was removed from YouTube and marked as being "Not permitted in the country you are in" (ie Spain).  Fortunately someone had made a copy, and it was put up again under a different title.  A month later that link too was disabled and marked "Not permitted in the country you are in".  Two days later it re-appeared, again with a different URL.

So for those who have still not seen it, here is the (current) link    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HGhomDQenLg   No doubt shortly this will also be removed.  Someone up there is putting a lot of effort into suppressing this innocent little satire.  When the day comes that this link doesn't work, search YouTube using the search terms "funcionarios" and "leyendo" and look for the screen-shot of a young woman with long hair looking determined, or a man at a desk looking defensive.  Merece la pena - it's worth it.  Sadly the very final image is clipped slightly short, but the film-makers' satire using wild west imagery stands (and hopefully will continue to stand) as an iconic summation of the universal experience of dealing with bureaucrats in Spain.  And I can never use my stapler again without going for a quick draw .....

EDIT - Well, within 12 hours of this blog post going up, the link was removed!  Fortunately I can now publish the original link via the producers' website, rather than a YouTube version, so this should stay!  I also recommend this link as the final shot is there in full, whereas it is clipped in most YouTube versions.   http://www.notodofilmfest.com/ediciones/ix/index.php?corto=29817#/Home/Ficha/29817/

 



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eos_ian said:
17 October 2013 @ 09:30

Yes that link has been locked!!

This is another one http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LV81j3Ga2Ms


eggcup said:
17 October 2013 @ 10:57

Yes, Tamara, it's all familiar to me - you may remember my post about trying to pay a transfer tax on a second-hand car, taking months and more than five round trips of a hundred kilometres or so. They've got to do something about it, because although you can see the funny side of it if you read an account of it, or watch the video, it can be soul-destroying. At some point I'll be relating what happened when we tried to get electricity connected to a new-build. That could have led to divorce and/or murder.


ruth1 said:
18 October 2013 @ 10:34

Hi Tamara

As ever, we enjoyed your blog soooo much, a bit of spanish to help us practice, a bit of every day spain to prepare us, and a lot of love for your new country.

Trevor


baabaabing said:
19 October 2013 @ 10:19

Why not use a VPN? Then you can decide which country you can be in and view anything with freedom. They way the internet should be.


fazeress said:
19 October 2013 @ 12:39

OMG that was so funny! I definitely need to speak to you before we register! :)


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