For those of you who have read my blog from the beginning, you may recall the momentous occassion towards the end of 2008 when I received my dual Italian citizenship. Of the many official documents I received that day, the one that has been most important, besides my Italian passaporto, is my Carta d'Identita. This special document is probably comparable to a Social Security card in the USA. Here it's used for identification purposes, all over the place, even for boarding planes between EU countries.
Each Carta d'Identita has a unique number, and inside contains information such as your date of birth, place of birth, country of citizenship, address, height, weight, and eye color.On mine, the address is the address of the apartment I had to rent out in Castel San Pietro Terme while I was going through my citizenship process. Since the card is good for 10 years, I have just used it whenever needed and don't give it much thought. Until recently.
Living in Venice is everything I ever imagined it would be- and much more. However, as grand and glorious as it is to be walking these calle day in and day out, that pleasure comes with a downside- a high price tag. This is no surprise to us, we planned for it. We are fully aware our rent here is much higher than it would be if we lived outside the city anywhere else. We know that when we buy groceries or clothes or a bottle of wine here in the city, it costs more than it would out on the mainland. There are very few discounts available for residents of Venice. And herein lies the subject of my blog today. .
Besides our resident discount for the vaporetto, residents of Venice can get into certain museums free on certain days of the week. We can also get into certain churches free by producing documentation verifying they are, in fact, a resident of Venice. Here's the catch: the documentation necessary changes, depending on who is working the booth at a church on any particular day. Certain churches will accept my health card, which contains my current address in Venice. Others will accept my Residence permit. A Carta d'Identita would always be good, but it must have a Venice address on it. Mine does not. Over at the Miracoli church, they used to let me in with my health card. There is a new guard in the booth now, so that isn't good either. They will only accept my Carta d'Identita. Or I have to pay the entrance fee, same as a tourist. Not what I want to be doing on a regular basis. Mind you, there are over 100 churches in Venice and I have a tendency to pop in any number of them with regularity.
I needed a solution to my little problem. The answer was quite simple- go get a new Carta d'Identita at the Anagrafe office here in Venice. Sounds simple. In reality, it never is. Dealing with the Italian bureaucracy is such a pain in the behind I can come up with every excuse in the book to avoid it like the plague. And so, even though it sounds like going to get a new card is simple, I have avoided it. Until now.
I steeled up my nerves, collected all the documentation I could possibly need and more, studied my Italian books and made notes on the conversation I would need to have with some agent at Anagrafe. Ok, I was ready. I thought. I even knew what hours on which days of the week the Anagrafe is open. I marched myself down there, prepared to take a number and queue up in a line for however long it took. I just needed to get this done.
To my great surprise, when I arrived I was the only one in the whole of the Anagragfe office. I took my number, and still had to wait. Another lesson in Italian government for you-- there is always, ALWAYS a line, and you will wait. Even if you are the only one there. So I waited patiently. It was only about 5 minutes waiting, but it seemed like an eternity. It was just enough time for my stomach to begin to tie in nots and the nerves to set in. My number comes up on the big electronic board in front of me announcing which sportello (counter) I am to report to. I walked over and took up my place. Let the nastiness begin, I thought to myself.
I made pleasantries with the gentleman behind the big plexiglass divider, and announced I needed a new Carta d'Identita. He looked at my document and said "No, it's not expired, you have years left". I proceeded to exlain I needed it to have my Venetian address on it. He appeared to understand. He did not ask for any of my documentation. He took my current carta, did some typing on his computer, and requested I verify my current address. Then, he asked for the three photos which I was prepared for. I handed over my photos. He printed a bunch of papers, stapled a bunch of stuff together, then did the ritual stamping of the official stamps with great vigor (that's another thing Italians love to do- stamp the crap out of everything).
I handed over the fee- 59 cents- and he handed me my new Carta. Well, what do you know! All the Italian lessons and hours of studying are paying off, these visits are becoming less painful. I stowed my new Carta in my wallet and was about to leave when I realized I hadn't taken back my old Carta. I stepped to the plexiglass divider once more, and asked the clerk for my old Carta d'Identita.
"No", he said. What??? I wanted that Carta. I am not sure I can even describe to you how important that card is to me. It's symbolic of one of the most important events of my lifetime. It means I am finally Italian. I did not want to part with it, no matter what. And how was I going to explain that to this man???
Somehow, I did manage to get my meaning across to him, because he cracked a smile, and proceeded to do something I am sure he doesn't do very often. He pulled my file back out of his stack, unstapled my old carta from the form, and walked over to his copy machine. He made a copy of my old Carta, then returned to his desk and re-stapled everything back toether. He handed me the copy, smiled, and announced that with my new Carta, I am Venetian. Oh, how I wish. But, on a brighter note, I will be getting those discounts in the churches from now on.
Each Carta d'Identita has a unique number, and inside contains information such as your date of birth, place of birth, country of citizenship, address, height, weight, and eye color.On mine, the address is the address of the apartment I had to rent out in Castel San Pietro Terme while I was going through my citizenship process. Since the card is good for 10 years, I have just used it whenever needed and don't give it much thought. Until recently.
Living in Venice is everything I ever imagined it would be- and much more. However, as grand and glorious as it is to be walking these calle day in and day out, that pleasure comes with a downside- a high price tag. This is no surprise to us, we planned for it. We are fully aware our rent here is much higher than it would be if we lived outside the city anywhere else. We know that when we buy groceries or clothes or a bottle of wine here in the city, it costs more than it would out on the mainland. There are very few discounts available for residents of Venice. And herein lies the subject of my blog today. .
Besides our resident discount for the vaporetto, residents of Venice can get into certain museums free on certain days of the week. We can also get into certain churches free by producing documentation verifying they are, in fact, a resident of Venice. Here's the catch: the documentation necessary changes, depending on who is working the booth at a church on any particular day. Certain churches will accept my health card, which contains my current address in Venice. Others will accept my Residence permit. A Carta d'Identita would always be good, but it must have a Venice address on it. Mine does not. Over at the Miracoli church, they used to let me in with my health card. There is a new guard in the booth now, so that isn't good either. They will only accept my Carta d'Identita. Or I have to pay the entrance fee, same as a tourist. Not what I want to be doing on a regular basis. Mind you, there are over 100 churches in Venice and I have a tendency to pop in any number of them with regularity.
I needed a solution to my little problem. The answer was quite simple- go get a new Carta d'Identita at the Anagrafe office here in Venice. Sounds simple. In reality, it never is. Dealing with the Italian bureaucracy is such a pain in the behind I can come up with every excuse in the book to avoid it like the plague. And so, even though it sounds like going to get a new card is simple, I have avoided it. Until now.
I steeled up my nerves, collected all the documentation I could possibly need and more, studied my Italian books and made notes on the conversation I would need to have with some agent at Anagrafe. Ok, I was ready. I thought. I even knew what hours on which days of the week the Anagrafe is open. I marched myself down there, prepared to take a number and queue up in a line for however long it took. I just needed to get this done.
To my great surprise, when I arrived I was the only one in the whole of the Anagragfe office. I took my number, and still had to wait. Another lesson in Italian government for you-- there is always, ALWAYS a line, and you will wait. Even if you are the only one there. So I waited patiently. It was only about 5 minutes waiting, but it seemed like an eternity. It was just enough time for my stomach to begin to tie in nots and the nerves to set in. My number comes up on the big electronic board in front of me announcing which sportello (counter) I am to report to. I walked over and took up my place. Let the nastiness begin, I thought to myself.
I made pleasantries with the gentleman behind the big plexiglass divider, and announced I needed a new Carta d'Identita. He looked at my document and said "No, it's not expired, you have years left". I proceeded to exlain I needed it to have my Venetian address on it. He appeared to understand. He did not ask for any of my documentation. He took my current carta, did some typing on his computer, and requested I verify my current address. Then, he asked for the three photos which I was prepared for. I handed over my photos. He printed a bunch of papers, stapled a bunch of stuff together, then did the ritual stamping of the official stamps with great vigor (that's another thing Italians love to do- stamp the crap out of everything).
I handed over the fee- 59 cents- and he handed me my new Carta. Well, what do you know! All the Italian lessons and hours of studying are paying off, these visits are becoming less painful. I stowed my new Carta in my wallet and was about to leave when I realized I hadn't taken back my old Carta. I stepped to the plexiglass divider once more, and asked the clerk for my old Carta d'Identita.
"No", he said. What??? I wanted that Carta. I am not sure I can even describe to you how important that card is to me. It's symbolic of one of the most important events of my lifetime. It means I am finally Italian. I did not want to part with it, no matter what. And how was I going to explain that to this man???
Somehow, I did manage to get my meaning across to him, because he cracked a smile, and proceeded to do something I am sure he doesn't do very often. He pulled my file back out of his stack, unstapled my old carta from the form, and walked over to his copy machine. He made a copy of my old Carta, then returned to his desk and re-stapled everything back toether. He handed me the copy, smiled, and announced that with my new Carta, I am Venetian. Oh, how I wish. But, on a brighter note, I will be getting those discounts in the churches from now on.
