Star Wars

Oh no, I definately will write a book about how I was (am) coming over the Russian-Spanish bureaucracy!

You know since recently I am a doctorate student at the University of Girona, the city I live at. As the university does not pay you salary and you are quite a grown-up while studying this kind of things, I have applied for a research grant. Well, for two actually.
One is the ministry's grant and another one is of the university.

Everything went wrong from the very start. Like the Russian consulate has made me legal translations of the documents that are completely wrong, I have stepped on that way from the wrong side. I don't know, might be, I have wrong face.

I know living in a pro-NATO country for a Russian is wrong, but-but-but... We are all here. And there are loads of us. And, you know, I have seen the lists of the luckies. There are also Russian names inbetween. That automatically means if I have an error, this one is in my DNA.

They say things go the way they must. They also say your own thinking changes the order of life as you are a part of it. I tend to incline to the second point of view. Not because of having paid for changing the story a bit, but also because I'm a stubborn kind, who's self-appraisal suffers from failures like that.

The game is not yet over.

One thing that still does worry me in the middle of this autogenic optimism is that they do it easier. Less stress, less movements. Why on Earth do I have to suffer for that? But well, we, Russians, say that the neighbour's lawn is (or seems) always greener. I don't know what the luckies suffered from. And I don't want to know it.