Hello again!
I'll continue my love story
... After that month I spent in Spain, I came back to Venezuela and told my parents that I wanted to live with Yorgi. My parents freaked out and told us that we had to get married first and the wedding had to be just like they wanted. The things turned out so much annoying that we decided not to marry yet and we passed a few months in constant anxiety about it (I lost a lot of weight, but he gained a lot).
Finally, my mom gave up and let us decided what we wanted to do.
We decided that I was going to move out to Spain, and then we were going to find me a good university there. I was going to receive the nationality later.
So I left Venezuela on April 19th 2008 and I was feeling kind of weird, like something wasn’t good. When I arrived, the immigration department didn’t let me go in: s.
I spent 2 days in the airport with a lot of Latin American people who were kept there too. All I did was: crying the first day, sleeping in stinky bedrooms on very uncomfortable beds with many sad people who didn’t know why they were there.
We had 6 public phones to use, but the immigration agent only let us buy a few cards for using them. So we started to call our family to give them the number of the public phones so they could call us every time they wanted. I called Yorgi because I didn’t want to talk with my mom yet and told him the immigration department had taken my passport and put an X on it.
Yorgi was so worried and we cried together many times. He and a friend went out to look for some lawyers who could help me to get out of there, and just like a miracle, they found very good lawyers who offered to help.
Yorgi's dad and mom were very busy trying to do everything to help me too. With that hope in my heart, I spent the second day trying to relax myself and the others. We ended singing and telling jokes (some others saying injuries to the police of the Madrid airport xD) and, later that day, my mom called to the public phone O.O
I told her that I hadn’t called her before cause I didn’t want her to cry with me because I was devastated the first day. She told me that Yorgi found the lawyers and that they were going to take me to a... a... well, to a judge and there they were going to deliberate about if I was going to get back to Venezuela or if I was going to enter Spain.
The police took me out of the airport at 1:00 am and we went to a building where I had a sort of an interview with a judge and some other people, also with the lawyer that Yorgi found I answered all the questions hiding that I was going to live there (they didn’t want foreign people to enter to their country so easily)
Then, they let Yorgi enter into the room and we hugged and kissed like crazy people! And then they asked the same questions to him (to see if I was telling the truth).
After that, they sent me back to the airport to wait for their "verdict". At 4:00 am a police came into the room where I was and told me "Amanda grab your things, you’re going out" and they gave me my things (they took all my hand luggage... or however it is said
... the day I arrived)
While I was going out, a police told me "you're very lucky! You’re the first person who gets out of there in 16 years" and all that time I was like O.O and my heart was jumping so fast!
I finally get into the exit where Yorgi was waiting for me so happy and we hugged so hard!
Then we were to a hotel (me, Yorgi and his friend) and we slept so well cuddling at last ^^.
The next day we were to the lawyers office and their boss told me that I had to go back to Venezuela before 3 months and get a new passport to be able to come back with a "working visa" (in Spain, Venezuelan and other tourists only can stay for 3 months without a visa)
After that, we went to Sevilla (we were in Madrid but we live in Sevilla). I finally knew my new home and we spent so many good days getting used to be a couple who lives together. We bought Miñu (Miñuso) and I spent a month and a half there before I came back here again.
Now I’m here since June 7,2008 and I'm still waiting for my new passport (it’s a real problem getting one here :s) It has been like 9 months waiting and feeling stuck here far from my love
.
In December Yorgi came here for Christmas and I spnet a lovely time with him and my family all together
Then he went back to Spain on February 1st, and since then I feel sad and lonely because the waiting is awful!!
This last March 22nd, it was his birthday and when we were talking on the phone. He asked me to marry him, this time for real. He talked to my mom and he said "two people have to get married cause they love each other not cause they parents want to" and she couldn’t say anything (anything like the first time when she got crazy and wanted us to get married because of her)
So here's the story so far... I'm waiting for my passport and waiting for Yorgi to come here to get married and fly to our home in Spain to be happy forever, and finally rest from this big fight we're into just to be together.
(I made a drawing about how I feel everyday this is it [link])
Hope you like my story
Metafora de noches en vela
Gloomy
Delighted
Tearful
Optimism
Yearning
