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Warsaw, Poland | Review on February 10, 2015: | Magda&Andrew
Rating: | Review Topic: K1 Visa
Currently living in Poland, I was fortunate enough to accompany my fiancée for the interview in Warsaw. As best we could figure, our case was as open-shut as they came, and expected to breeze through the experience, long wait times aside.
The first sign of trouble came while handing in all the documents in order to receive a number. The lady at the window told my fiancée that the pictures she had brought were useless, terrible. Oddly enough, these exact same photos had been perfectly acceptable for every other agency up until this point, including being on her passport. But no, we had to cross the street to the sketchiest of all photo studios to get new photos taken at the not so measly cost of 30 PLN. New pictures in hand, we got our number and waited to be called for the interview.
We were interviewed by a lady who despite initially saying that I didn't actually need to provide any answers, ending up steering the conversation towards me and my 'domicile'. Despite an affidavit of support from my mother stating plainly that she would provide us room and board until I could get employment, she seemed unconvinced. In her words, she wasn't sure that this "wasn't just some idea we had" and that we were actually going to move: because that's what people do, spending months of their lives and valuable money on some random idea that they could take or leave. She asked if I had a bank account in the US, to which I told her that up until very recently I did, but paying fees to keep it open month after month, I'd decided to close it and open a new one once we got State-side. She asked about my driver's license and if it was valid, which it was and I even offered to show it to her. She was very smiley but it was evident that she had made her mind up about my domicile long before we got to the window.
We were sent away with a request to provide proof of my domicile. Having read of people with similar living situations to my own (i.e. moving back to the US together with one's fiancé(e)) that didn't have this same experience with the same documents has left us rather bitter.
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