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My dad had taken them to Albanian Embassy in Albania. Although I insist they are not false, the old guy does not want to know and after trying and trying tog get rid of us, he finally delivers us with some more information: that is we need to go to the Albanian Embassy in London and ask them to give you a form telling that the passports are not false. I guess my determination must have annoyed him so much to provide us with such information. “Let’s go to London quickly”- my dad did not want to loose any time. “Dad, can we go home today and we go to London net week?” I was quite tired of all the discussions I had had with the old man, and was not at all in a good mood. “No, no, sunshine lets go now. Croydon and London are very close. You don’t want to wake up early again tomorrow morning, when we can finish everything today.” My enthousiasm was back as my dad encouraged me with his enthousiasm and sweet voice while kissing my forehead.It was already 11 am and we had arrived to London. The grey sky was getting darker and some of the clouds had started to melt producing some light droplets of water. We did not know London area at all and it took some time before we finally arrived at 24 Buckingham gate where the Albanian Embassy was located. It was locate a small corner and my dad had spoted it because of the Albanian flag that by that time was waving.The Embassy was quite small and there were already five Albanian people (two boys in, two men and a woman) in the queue waiting for their appointment to arrive. By this time it had started to rain heavily and we were all getting wet. One of the men were ringing the bell so that the Embassy could open the door but a thick voice “Don’t ring the bell, stay there and wait for your queue” replied abruetly.It was quite upsetting and by this time we were all soaked wet and shivering. The little baby that the woman held in her arms, was crying from the cold and most of us started complaining. “They are treating us worse than dogs. In each Embassy there is a waiting room where people would sit down and wait for their queues. My baby is shivering and nobody cares” – said Erinda, the mom of the baby. Twenty minutes after, the Embassy doors were opened and we all got inside in the second floor where the Embassy office was located. The Albanian ambassedors welcomed us all but most of the guys were complaining “Why they left us outsied in the rain.” There was a long arguments but everything was solved in a good way.As our queue arrives, we show our Albanian passports and after checking the passports were not false, the Albanian Embassadors gave us a form confirming the validity of our Albanian passports We now had to go back to Croydon and show the Home Office members that everything was okay.By the time we boarded the train we were very tired.The train was full of people. There were some problems with the trains in that time and most of people were squeezed next to each other. My dad and I were quite lucky as we managed to seat down to some seats.With our fingers crossed we travel back to Croydon hoping that the Home Office would finally issue us with the Visa to go back to Albania.“Dad, do you think they will issue us with visa”- I was asking continueusly.This must have been the 10th time I asked my dad the same question that I anoyed him.“Dasy, you have asked me this question all the way. As I told you, I don’t know. I can only hope they will give it to us. I don’t know any more than you do.”- My dad replied raising his voice slightly.As we stepped in the grey court, we realize the queue was a lot shorter compared to what had been in the morning. The grey colour of the sky that gave the atmosphere a sad look had started to dissapear making room for the blue sky. This was a good sing.Within half an hour wait, we were inside the hall and funny enough we still go to pannel 1, the pannel owned by the Indian old man.“Hello Sir. Do you remember us? We came to you this morning. You told us… ““I remember you, I remember you. Where is the peace of paper that prooves your passports are valid?”- He goes straight to the point. His voice was still thick and harsh but this time a little smile escapes from his lips as he read the form that the Albanian Embassy had given us.“Okay, now take this number 181 and go upstairs. There’s a big queue. Wait there until someone calls your number. You will then see someone who will again see your circumstances and depending upon those will issue or not issue you with visa. Good Luck and Good bye.”Wow, the old indina man, had surprised me for a second time. He was quite stubborn, harsh, determined and that frightened people while giving them the impression of him being always right and of them being always wrong. But I guess the old guy was not that bad. Deep inside he was a good

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