There are two booths assigned for
foreigners’ visa applications and it’s obligatory that at least one of them is
staffed by someone who doesn’t speak a word of English. These booths are right
by the door, the entranceway intersecting the queue which is sandwiched between
the information desk and the kiosk where you pay so you need to stand firm to
hold your place. In this swirling maelstrom of people, you can hear the same stilted
and vapid small talk between new foreign arrivals and the Bulgarian handlers that
their employers have assigned to them to help navigate the paperwork.
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