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The Green Card Interview

green-cardForeign friends surround me and many have reported horrific experiences for their Green Card interview with the U.S. Government. Well, that day finally arrived for a girlfriend who’s been in America for over 25 years. All she wanted was to be legal.

No, she didn’t walk across the Mexican border. That would have been much easier. Instead, she gave her hard-earned money to immigration attorney after immigration attorney, most of whom absconded with her funds and disappeared into the dark of the night.

Then she would start all over again, gathering documents, saving 0520_immigrationmoney, and trying again. About four years ago, she married a wonderful man who happened to be… American. Her new attorneys, who were also wonderful, told her that her new husband, who was wonderful, could be a problem.

You see, the Department of Homeland Security’s U.S. Citizenship and green-card-1990-07-gImmigration Services (USCIS) rarely believe that non-Americans could ever marry Americans for love.

Is that un-American, or what?

She left a country in the midst of political chaos with parents who were regularly targeted by assassins. All of her siblings had left for far-flung places long ago. And here she was.

So, back to the interview. This was the day she had been waiting for 04de2b18085bcb60971025d4ebb23225and little did she know that it would closely parallel the 1990 movie, “Green Card” with Gérard Depardieu and Andie MacDowell: how they met, family photos, color of each other’s toothbrush, childhood memories, what they enjoy eating, etc.

White-Bathroom-Wall-Cabinet-With-TowelMy friend and her husband reviewed their lives over and over, even though they were “really” married: which side of the bed they slept on, type of shampoo she uses, names of parents and villages where they were born, gym membership. They were beyond nervous.

“And what are your hobbies?” the Asian-American interviewer asked.

“Hobbies?” blinked my friend who has not a moment to spare between work and home life.

By now, she doubted her own name.

“Date of birth? His date of birth?” the interrogator pressed.

Somehow they got through it. Her attorney called a couple of days later after decades of waiting and trying.

She passed the test. The Green Card was hers at last.

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