My Sri Lankan/Canadian Dual Citizenship. The light was bad so I put it on top of a lamp.
Then it caught fire.
Alternate Caption: I got my citizenship tatooed on my back. My parents beat me with sticks.
I finally got my Dual Citizenship. With the influx of immigrants to these shores there’s a 10-month backlog. Three months for approval, and then seven months for, uh, can I call you back? I’ve been here on a 30 day visa and I’m quite pleased to get this (back-dated) document. Now I can finally get an ID, driver’s license, bank account and travel. As another benefit, I heard Queen B talking about a draft if war breaks out. No matter, it is a little nice to be Sri Lankan. The documents the bureaucracy produces are a fetish in themselves – obscure, type-written fonts on flecked paper. If you hold it up to the light you see large lion watermarks. They’re like artifacts from a perfectly preserved colonial administration.
The scanner was kicked over one too many times so I took a photo. I put it on top of the lamp and it turned out kinda funny. The watermarks and color come out well, and you can read the print on the opposite side. Can sorta read my parents names in reverse. What I like is that the undercarriage of the lamp forms a shadow nexus at my birthdate. There are two, almost three branches going in, and then a blank spot. Then two branches going back out into melty darkness. Maybe that’s the Liberal Arts talking.
Outlets and Vents has an interesting post on being Sri Lankan, btw.