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| Dominican Republic |  Review on January 7, 2012: |
lareinanegra
Rating:  | Review Topic: General Review
Fausto woke me up with a kiss at 4am. At first I ignored him lol. But he of course persisted. we showered and were out the door by 4:50am. We arrived around 5:15. As soon as we got out of the car this stupid buscona tried to direct my husband far away from the consulate by telling him that the residency visa appointments were around the corner I of course nudged the fat middle aged buscona out of the way and said-"vamanos moi no lo oyes a ella esta pulgosa es fukking buscon." Lol the look on her face was priceless. We went to the correct location of where to line up. There were even more buscones across the street from the consulate "directing" people on where to go. Lol this one chick actually went 2 blocks away from the consulate because of a buscona. I was surprised at how these people actually believed them. So at around 6:30 they starteds letting people in. I had no purse and fausto had all of the necessary documents and evidence so we went through security with no problem. We sat down on those god forsaken metal park benches. These things are so painful that I was limping when we left lol. But the first call was to window 16 to deposit the necessary documents. Then to window 13 to take finger prints. We sat for an hour before being called to window 22. Our council was a skinny dark-skinned woman with big lips. Beware of this odiosa because hubby and me couldn't help but notice that almost every couple sent to her was sent to window 11. Her personality was very dry, short, insulting, rude and terse. The following questions to me were:
Where and how we met?
If we send money to one another?
How much I pay for school? (I have a scholarship bitch lol)
How old is my daughter?
Who is watching my daughter right now?
Why he needs money if he has a great job? (Fyi I only sent him money one time)
Where he works?
Where his sister lives? (Sister lives right down the street from me)
Where is the father of my child now?
Questions to fausto:
How much does she pay a month for school? (Fausto tells her that I have a scholarship and I don't pay anything. Hahaha bitch!!!) And the rest of the other questions that were asked to me.
She then tells us to have a seat. I already knew we were being sent to window 11 at that point.
Fausto eventually consoled me and we sat there for about 5 hours and of course (son of a bitch) we were called to window 11. Fausto and I swiftly and confidently walk to window 11. (Window 11 is an investigation room). The person interviewing us was a tall gentleman. Portly built with black/dark brown hair and facial hair. He sounded as if he was ecuadorian. He of course gave me the usual speech "you are suspects of fraud. We think his sister paid you and you're just trying to help him out. If this is fraud you need to tell me right now so that I can help because you can go to prison. But if this is real. You need to prove that to me in this interview. I can't judge love. I can only judge the truth." I said ok and he told me to sit outside and that he was going to speak to my husband. I must say this council was very nice to us. If I had it my way he and the lady from window 22 would switch places. He asks my husband some questions. I was waiting outside 5 minutes tops. And my husband comes back out and the council signals for me to come back in. He asks me-
When, where and how we met?
Who woke up first this morning?
How do I pay for school?
What side of the bed do I sleep on?
Where and when did we first have sex?
Who paid for the hotels, wedding, rings?
Did we have sex last night? Lights on or off?
What type of protection we use? Used?
Did we have sex monday?
(I noticed that the more questions he asked me, the more laid back and calm he became.) He then smiles. And says ok. There's nothing else to be asked. Go to the waiting area. Fausto is just relaxing while I'm a nervous wreck a this point. 10 to 20 minutes later we are called to window 22 by the same broad who sent us to window 11. She then apologizes 100 times and that's when she hands me the green tab and says to go pay domex. With a smile on my face and tears in my eyes I give an exhausted yet happy "thank you". I think that being sent to window 11 made this experience even more valuable to me and my family. Always tell the truth. They gave us a hard time because of the short time we were together but we beat them. Remember: be assertive yet respectful.
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Consulate / USCIS Member Review #8974