The story about prefecture de Lyon starts two years ago. I got married for this french guy and I came to live in France.
People living in the “countries in transition” or to be honest we can call them almost poor countries, believe that by coming in the “developed” countries your life will turn into heaven. Well, it does not goes that easy.
First you need to accept that no one is waiting for you with open arms. Well actually the arms are more in position of stop sign. Where do you think you are going?
To go back to the prefecture, it is the place where you go to get your papers to stay in France. When you come in France and you mamage to get married (that is some other story) you go few times in the prefecture just to get informations about the papers you need. Do not get me wrong, you have the list on their site BUT, very often they ask more papers, or things changed from the last update of the site. Also you need to know that working schedule on their site it is not for you. It is for the people working there. You need to come at least 3-4 hours earlier. At least it was like that up to this year.
This year (it is our second year and my third card), we went as usual around 6 in the morning (they work form 8:30) to realized that things changed. The line was already too big. We waited until the opening and not only we didn’t got the number but we were far behind.
The only solution was to come early in the morning. We decided that 2h will be early enough. Well we were not the only ones. Wen we arrived at 2am, there were already 10 people in front of us.
Some of the people came the day before, just to be sure that they will get in, this time. And maybe you will say or at least think, like a lot of people did before: oh they are all poor people coming from their poor countries, begging for help, they will steal our work, our money, they should wait, it is the small price to pay for the great life that they will have in France… But hey we are all humans, we should all be treated the same. What other organizations are organized that way?
Why mothers with their babies need to sleep in the street? Why my husband and I needed to sleep in the street? Why we needed to loose our day of work? I didn’t went there to buy concert ticket or to play a lottery game. I went there to renew the document that allows me to stay with my husband !
They do not care if you are rich or poor, old or young, sick or healthy, man or woman… You are not French or you are married with a non French person, come and spend your night in the street.
The only thing that I felt lucky for, was that I renewed my card during summer time. How is it during the winter?
Finally when the morning comes, they open the doors, you get your number, you go inside and you realize that you are part of another line and you again wait your turn.
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