Italian Red-Tape

I apologize in advance for both the length and the ranting nature of my first post, but it's been a long week full of wrong turns. Feel free to skim as needed!

Last weekend when I got on my flight at San Francisco, visa in hand, I thought that I had successfully navigated the Italian red-tape. Little did I know miles more were waiting for me when I landed back in Italy.  No I did not have any problems entering the country, but everything other than entry into the country has required more and more paperwork. However, it's been a week since I landed, so I will start from the beginning.

If it all possible, don't fly Virgin Atlantic. Certainly not the worst airline, but there are far better. The food is exceptionally bad, their "elite entertainment system" that tout in all of their commercials didn't work for both trans-Atlantic flights, and they forced me to check and my carry-on rolling bag, for $60, since it was over their 15lb limit for international flights (mind you we were on a 747, with 1/3 of the seats empty, so there was plenty of space for my bag on board). Choosing to save money to fly in and out of Milan turned out to just make a long travel day even longer. On Sunday, Italy for all intents and purposes, slows to a crawl. This means the trains run less frequently and meant I had to take the train from the airport to one station then take a subway to the central station where I could then take the high-speed train to Florence. Thankfully, my hosts picked me up at Santa Maria Novella in Florence and I didn't have to wait for the train to Prato. The Italians truly the epitome of hospitality; I was greeted with an amazing, Bistecca Fiorentina, quickly grilled over coals in their home fireplace.

Andrea, the orthopedic surgeon I'm working for, and I planned to meet on Tuesday, so I had Monday to myself.  Tuesday, I went to Florence to begin the seemingly endless river of paperwork.  On my way to the hospital (known as Villa Ulivella) I stopped by ENAIP, my private work sponsor, to let them know that I received my visa and that they could send me a bill for their service. My sponsor is extremely kind and generous and was happy to see that everything worked out and told me to come to her if I had any work problems. It's nice to know that there's someone here on my team.  At Ulivella I found Andrea swamped with surgeries and spent most of the morning following members of his team Lorenzo and Irene. Lorenzo is a physiatrist while Irene is a rheumatologist, both of whom have private practices, but because Italy's economy is so bad they have second jobs caring for the orthopedic patients at Ulivella each morning.

That afternoon I was summoned to the HR office. They took a copy of my passport and visa and told me that I needed to get a codice fiscale (tax code) and some sort of an Italian bank account.  Also, I was told to return tomorrow to take a security class , at least I think that's what he said in italian, and get my codes for the hospital software.  Wednesday I did just that. I spoke with somebody, all in Italian, and understood about 10% but figured out he was telling me about the risks to my health of working in a hospital. Form signed, on to the next one. IT was next, this was easy, just a quick demo of the software and I was given my login details.  Next up the codice fiscale. This was relatively straightforward, but I didn't have my passport with me so it had to wait till Thursday.

Thursday I hoped to get both my codice fiscale and my permesso di soggiorno (permit to stay/residency permit).  This is where the real paperwork begins.  That morning Irene, Andrea's wife not the doctor, took me to the questura (police station). There was a large line out front and I immediately thought I would be waiting there all day. Irene spoke with an officer and we were told to go to the post office to get the proper forms and were left with the impression that we were supposed to bring them back to the questura. How stupid of us to assume that they would provide the proper paperwork! Next I went to the tax office, this time with my passport, and received my codice fiscale easily, just a nice 1 hour wait.  I then went to the post office to get my forms for the permesso di soggiorno. Forms in hand I came back to the house and filled them out. The officer told us that they only handle 30 applicants a day (hard working public officials!) so I arranged a ride back to the questura at 7 the next morning. 

Friday morning we returned to the questura to stand in line again outside, in the cold 40 degree weather. Thankfully, Gabrielle asked an officer what we needed to do. I think the officer probably laughed at us in his head when we told him we brought the completed forms. This is Italy, you can't possibly expect it to be that easy. No, we had to return to the post office and send them to the questura for the small postage of 30euros. On top of that you must get a tax stamp for 15 euros and also pay 107 just for the permesso. Red-tape everywhere. Thank God I have an Italian family to help me with the process or else I would have been completely lost.  As instructed, we sent the papers from the post office and I have an appointment for Jan 4th to get my permessso.  

I've spent the rest of the weekend searching for rooms to rent in Florence. Yesterday I saw a couple apartments but think there are probably better ones out there so I am going to keep looking.  I am trying to find a place fairly close to the city center, but towards the North so that I can ride a bike to Ulivella. Today I went for a long run before we had pranzo. Pranzo is Italian for lunch, but on Sundays it's special. Each Sunday the entire family, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc., gather for a big extended lunch. Today for primi we had tortellini in a cream sauce. Per secondo, brassato which is braised beef and contorni of roasted potatoes, sauteed artichoke hearts, and broccoli rabe. And that's not it. For dolci there was pear tart.  Needless to say I was stuffed after dinner had trouble staying awake the rest of the afternoon.  Hopefully all my paperwork is done and next week I will truly begin start working.