The nightmare of proving that you live in East Jerusalem | +972 Magazine – Palestinian Irony: Living Kafka but not written by Kafka

The employee who hands out our number tells me that I don’t have an appointment. I show him a message from the Interior Ministry asking me to confirm my appointment, which I have done. The employee hands me another number and orders me to wait for my turn to be called. An hour later, at 2:30 p.m., the information desk calls my name and informs me that my appointment was at 11:45. I tell the man at the desk that I was unable to get through due to the overcrowding outside. He hands me another number and asks me to wait, again, for my name to be called.

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