Yeah, it's nuts—no information online about what you need to bring. Just randomly taped pieces of paper all over the door and walls. I would guess, based on listening to the others at the windows around me, that they turn away 85% of people for not having the right documents.
Haha. When I last renewed mine, earlier this year, I’d forgotten to bring a specific receipt with me (I had a photocopy of it) and the woman at the desk refused to even check to see if the permesso was ready without it. I said I didn’t mind to go home and get it but could she please just look in the box to see if it was there? She said it was illegal to walk around without the original receipt. Illegal? I’d never heard that. So she pointed to a desk with a worn paper sign taped to it saying I needed to have the receipt or the actual permesso to enter the questura. I conceded I’d been outmaneuvered. In that ridiculous game.
I came back a few days later, this time with Mocha, my dog, and the same woman came out from behind the counter to pet her and she gave me the permesso without even asking for the receipt!
Bring everything every time you go. Great advice.
Why can’t this be one of the aspects of Italy that’s changing so quickly?
Yeah, it's nuts—no information online about what you need to bring. Just randomly taped pieces of paper all over the door and walls. I would guess, based on listening to the others at the windows around me, that they turn away 85% of people for not having the right documents.
Haha. When I last renewed mine, earlier this year, I’d forgotten to bring a specific receipt with me (I had a photocopy of it) and the woman at the desk refused to even check to see if the permesso was ready without it. I said I didn’t mind to go home and get it but could she please just look in the box to see if it was there? She said it was illegal to walk around without the original receipt. Illegal? I’d never heard that. So she pointed to a desk with a worn paper sign taped to it saying I needed to have the receipt or the actual permesso to enter the questura. I conceded I’d been outmaneuvered. In that ridiculous game.
I came back a few days later, this time with Mocha, my dog, and the same woman came out from behind the counter to pet her and she gave me the permesso without even asking for the receipt!
Absolutely perfect encapsulation of the insanity.