Exactly one year ago, I went to the US Embassy in Germany for my Green Card interview. I can’t believe it’s been a whole year.
I recall that I was nervous as hell and was so thankful that my Dad took the day off to accompany me to Frankfurt. We left early in the morning, leaving plenty of time to get there. We had coffee in the car in front of the embassy before we got in line with a whole bunch of other people who were applying for all different kind of visas.
I had prepared a whole binder of “proof” of J’s and my relationship. I expected questions, personal questions about our likes and dislikes, the color of his underwear, his morning routine and his worst habit. Maybe they didn’t ask because J wasn’t present at this interview [and therefore couldn’t varify my answers] or maybe they didn’t ask because they were not interested at all.
Sometimes I wonder how much information actually transpires between the different departments of the DHS [Department of Homeland Security]. After being interrogated at the airport only a little less than a year prior to this interview, I expected them to know everything [and nothing] about J’s and my background story. I somehow expected to be asked a whole lot of questions, but I also somewhat wasn’t surprised that they did not ask me anything at all.
So much for the randomness of procedure.