Learning a lesson the hard way
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Been having 'fun' applying for my latest Iranian visa. The frustrating process always takes longer than you want, this time I am in a bit of a hurry to get to a funeral service.
Sitting in the office today with some close Afghan friends, I was complaining about how its never a simple application.
One of the Afghans piped up and said: "Hey F... you! You know eventually you will get the visa, it is just a matter of time. We have spent months and months, if not years applying for visa's only to be rejected again and again.
I was blessed by who ever the powers that be, to be born with an Australian passport. A ticket to ride. My Afghan friends here are young, talented, skilled and street wise. All they want is a little bit of freedom, but they are trapped by a invisible barrier to the real world called a border.
Sitting in the office today with some close Afghan friends, I was complaining about how its never a simple application.
One of the Afghans piped up and said: "Hey F... you! You know eventually you will get the visa, it is just a matter of time. We have spent months and months, if not years applying for visa's only to be rejected again and again.
I was blessed by who ever the powers that be, to be born with an Australian passport. A ticket to ride. My Afghan friends here are young, talented, skilled and street wise. All they want is a little bit of freedom, but they are trapped by a invisible barrier to the real world called a border.
