Despondent, let down ... a few other words come to mind right now.
Back in January, I wrote a post
here that began with frustration and ended with optimism.
Today, I can't muster optimism.
Yesterday, I received a
registered letter from the Italian Consulate (yep, they did not want me to miss it) dated Feb 26. Not sure, why it had taken 6 days to get here, but that is relevant to the story. The letter was in Italian and even though I have been super diligent with my Italian lessons (not a day missed since I found out 43 days ago that I needed to learn Italian), I could not fully understand it. To add insult to the injury I was just about to receive in writing, in trying to download the free Google translate app, I inadvertently downloaded a paying, subscription-based app. Not off to a good start.
The letter advised that I had
ten days from the date of the letter to present a certificate to the consulate showing successful completion of a B1 level (not beginner's) in Italian, or else my request for citizenship would be definitively
rigettata and, yes, the rejection was in bold AND underlined.
I felt so cheated. After all, I had submitted ALL the documents that the online submission form had requested. It had taken me months and nearly 1000 dollars to convert the mumbo-jumbo of the convoluted process into understood outcomes and then collect the required documents. At my January interview in the Consular offices, I was asked for yet another $100 and was told to go and learn Italian, as this was a new,
undocumented requirement, about which no details were yet available. Off-handedly, I was also told that the period I would be required to wait for a response to my application had changed, just like that, from 2 to
4 years. "See you in 4 years", she had said.
As you know, I was never opposed to learning the language of the country whose citizenship I was legally allowed to obtain. To the contrary. But, I have 3 days remaining to do so and provide proof of said learning. Failing that, and I will fail, I have to start the whole costly process again.
Should I pay all this money again and wait more than five years on the off-chance that my application will by then be viewed favourably?
Addio Italia. Right now, I need to turn my head and look for my sunshine elsewhere.
PS If you feel like cheering me up, reading '
But you are in France, Madame' would help. Many thanks in advance.