This is the metal cage I had to wait in outside the Russian Consulate on the Upper East Side to get my visa. A consulate muscle man would emerge from the building and everyone started shouting and waving their arms about to try to get him to let them inside. Alarmingly I found myself among these people yelling my new mantra, "Tourist visa! I want a tourist visa!" with my arm in the air. After an hour I was let inside where I had to present an invitation letter from Moscow among many other documents. It was a very stressful experience to say the least and I imagine that there are many more to come once Katy and I land in the country.
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