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My residence permit adventure: a tale of bureaucracy and persistence

April 2, 2025

Returning to Italy after my gap experience in Naples has been more than just a move—it’s the realization of a long-held dream. As a French-Canadian with Italian roots I’m finally embracing a new chapter of life in Castellammare di Stabia, the place that has been calling me back ever since my very first visit. And now, retired and ready to reconnect with my heritage, I’m laying the foundation for a more permanent stay.

Little did I know that settling into my new life would involve navigating one of Italy’s most notorious challenges—bureaucracy.

Navigating the Italian consulate

It all started with invaluable guidance from Annetta, one of IFA’s counselors, who patiently explained the procedure for obtaining a residence permit. My next stop was the Italian consulate in Montreal—a place where I anticipated endless bureaucracy and the ever-present fear of rejection. While I didn’t have any reason to believe my application would be denied, the consulate’s advice against applying too early added an extra layer of tension. I had already booked a flight, my apartment was being prepared, and rejection simply wasn’t an option.

To my relief, my visa application was approved quickly. But little did I know, the real challenge lay ahead: securing my residence permit in Italy.

A post office odyssey

Step one was straightforward—getting the application form from the post office. Easy, right? Except, I initially ended up at the wrong location and had to waste time making my way to the correct office. Once I finally secured the right envelope, I filled out the form and had Annetta double-check it before heading back to the post office to submit it.

To avoid any mistakes, I was advised to consult a lawyer at the CAF. He informed me that he was supposed to fill out the form (and charge a fee for his services). Since I had already completed most of the paperwork, he kindly agreed to charge me less. But time was running out—only two days remained until my submission deadline. And between a lost luggage, an under-furnished (and unheated) apartment, and other obligations, the permit application had been pushed back. I thought I had plenty of time. Well, I was wrong.

Back to the post office, this time, I was informed that I was missing a work visa. Explaining that I was applying for an elective residence permit led to a frustrating linguistic battle. The conversation dragged on for over an hour, and the growing impatience of the people behind me in line was, well, palpable.

Eventually, I managed to submit all required documents. But the bureaucratic saga was far from over—next up was the Immigration Office in Naples.

A full day at the Immigration Office

March 4, 2025, 9:20 AM—the day of my appointment at the Immigration Office in Naples to receive my permesso di soggiorno. I arrived early, only to find myself surrounded by a sea of people. My number? 181. It was impossible to know when I would be called.

By 1:30 PM, my number was finally called. I stepped inside the office… and continued to wait. At 2:00 PM, they closed the doors for a lunch break until 2:30 PM. Bureaucracy waits for no one—except when it’s time for lunch.

At 2:30 PM, we re-entered the office, and I finally got to speak with an officer about my documents. To my surprise, she informed me that I still needed photocopies of my passport and visa, as well as additional photos. Naturally, I hadn’t brought these with me, assuming that the ones I’d already submitted would be enough.

I quickly went to make photocopies and returned to provide all the necessary information. Then came the fingerprint scan. Simple, right? Not so much. The system couldn’t get a proper reading.

Next, the officer requested my health card (tessera sanitaria). I had assumed I needed my residence permit before I could apply for one, but it turned out I was mistaken.

The end? By 4:00 PM, after a full day of waiting, I was informed that I would need to return in a month—with my health card and for another attempt at fingerprinting.

The grand finale (to be continued)

Let’s just say that this experience has provided me with a fascinating introduction to the wonders and complexities of Italian bureaucracy. I had heard the stories, that’s true, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of navigating it firsthand.

I’m now gearing up for my April 7th return to the Immigration Office, armed with a good book, a comfy cushion (in case the two cafés in front of the building run out of chairs), and a small budget for food and drinks. After all, if I want a seat at a table instead of standing outside for hours, I’ll need to buy something. I might as well enjoy a cappuccino and a pastry while I wait for my turn!

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