Experience sharing during the Moroccan visa application process

I finally got my wish to get a Moroccan visa, but the process was much more complicated and stressful than expected. It is necessary to record it here. The Moroccan Embassy in China is located in the Sanlitun Embassy District. Its appearance is no different from other embassies. It is guarded by special little guards. The big iron gate twists and turns, and there is a puddle of rain left under the gate from the day before. After the little guard carefully looked at the document, he asked me to ring the doorbell of the visa office.

On the left side of the two-story building is the so-called visa office. As soon as you enter the door, there is only one so-called window for delivering materials, just like the window for buying food in the cafeteria. There is a reception room next to it. If someone is delivering materials in front of you, you have to wait in the reception room. I was arranged to wait in the reception room. Looking around, a few sofas, a coffee table, and an empty bookcase made up all the belongings in the reception room. The floor was covered with a red carpet that hadn't been hoofed in an unknown number of days. If this is the most famous carpet in Morocco, it would be such a disappointment to me. A few flies were flying around in front of my eyes, and I didn't know what was there to make them linger.

After waiting for a long time, it was my turn to stand in front of the window.

Why go to Morocco? The Chinese staff asked.

? What kind of meeting? ?

?Educational conference. ?

?What aspect of education?

?Transformation education. ?

　"What is transformational education?

　?◎?(?※))※?

　?You still haven’t explained clearly, what exactly are you teaching? Yes, let me take a look at your other materials first, right?

? How come you have issued the ticket? It’s hard to say whether you can sign it, so how come you have issued the ticket?

I whispered I asked whether the visa results can be obtained in one week. Who said it can be as fast as one week, or as slow as half a year? It’s hard to tell. I was given a lecture by the Chinese Secretary and was told that either this material was not translated or that one was not copied. I said to myself, you don’t even have a website, who knows what materials to prepare, and there are only two mornings each week for 1.5 minutes. I have no choice but to fill in the missing materials now. It will be too late to collect materials next time. The worst thing is that I went out in a panic and didn’t even bring a pen. People said I only had one. Pens cannot be borrowed. There was no one else in the visa office, so I finally asked her to borrow some materials. They said I would have to go to another embassy to use them as soon as possible, so I took out my previous translation income. The certified professional quickly translated his employment and income certificates. Then he only had to photocopy his passport and fill out the visa application form (this form was not given casually, I thought, only after the visa application was accepted). After completing these two things, I submitted my visa. Unexpectedly, I was told to go make copies and wait in line at the door for the interview at 11 o'clock. Oh my God, there is still time for the interview. 10 minutes. I returned the pen and quickly rushed to a translation agency to make copies and fill out the form before it was my turn.

The room was a small suite inside the dining window. The visa officer looked familiar. He was the only Moroccan hanging around when I was handing over the documents. The visa officer was sitting on one side of a table the size of a student desk. , sitting on one side of me. The Chinese Secretary moved a chair and sat next to him as a translator. The visa officer listed points 1, 2, and 3 in an ordinary notebook, all of which started the interrogation in Arabic. I asked, and the Chinese Secretariat provided an interpreter. It was very uncomfortable to see them communicating in a language I didn’t understand. After learning that the visa officer spoke English, I started to explain the ins and outs of why I went to the meeting. Although it caused a series of other questions from the visa officer, I finally took the initiative. As the visa officer's questions were resolved one by one, our situation changed from tense to relaxed. I warned again and again that my ticket had been issued. We set off in 10 days, first to the UK and then to Morocco. He immediately asked me if I had a UK visa. I said yes and gave him a copy. The interview was over immediately, and I was secretly glad that it was wise to apply for a UK visa first. Even the United Kingdom granted me a visa, but you, a small African country, still want to stop me? At this time, I felt very good about myself, but to be cautious, I asked the visa officer if I would like the Moroccan inviting party to provide any documents to support it? He said that one Fax it.

The end of the matter was a frantic call to the Moroccan embassy this afternoon. The phone was like a hotline and it was difficult to dial. It took me four calls to find the Chinese secretary. ?There is no problem with your visa. Come over tomorrow to deliver your passport. It will be picked up on Friday?