To be a new immigrant in Israel is to sit in some god forsaken government office and wait your turn.

Twenty years after the advent of the computer and internet and scanning documents, there is still so, so much paperwork. Identity cards with photos in light blue plastic covers and proof of residency cards in dark blue little booklets—one for new immigrants, another for returning residents and perhaps a different one for native Israelis. All that on top of drivers’ licenses and health care cards. Life in Israel is paperwork hell.

I remember vividly my first few forays into the land of administrative encounters when I emigrated twenty years ago—when I had to provide my parents’ wedding contract to prove that they were  Jewish for me to be able to marry in Israel, when I had to change my maiden name to my married name on my ID card. There were no automated systems at that time; people simply crammed into a spartan, hot room and screamed and elbowed their way up to the next available window. Every clerk had to search, open, close and file a new file and record the information by hand.

In the planning stages of this move, I had warned Philippe that I would no longer be Madame-Take-Care-of All-our-Administrative-Details. If he wanted to live in Israel, he was going to have to join me in paper-gatory.

On Tuesday afternoon, 13 days after we arrived, Philippe and I together ventured out into the tightly spun administrative web called bureaucracia. Our first stop: the Ministry of Interior. In order to go to the Ministry of Absorption the following day for a previously scheduled appointment to update our status (once new immigrants, now called returning residents) and determine that of the girls (lumped with us as returning residents even though they never lived here as residents), we had to first obtain a summary of our entries and exits over the past seven years (we are required to travel in and out of the country with our Israeli passports, each of which is computerized). Philippe checked the hours of the Ministry of Interior on their website, and we went bearing our US and Israeli passports and our two-decade old new immigrant booklet. The office opened at 2:30.  We walked in the door at 2:45. The place was empty—no clerk to check us in or hand us a number, no one else waiting in the empty chairs, no hustle or bustle behind the open cubbies. The only thing that registered was how lucky we were that we had beaten the crowd! I had both my book and my laptop, and I wouldn’t have a need for either.

“Can I help you?” one of the only two clerks asked from across the room in Hebrew. One was seated and looked busy while the other was standing, walking toward her, idling.

“I’m here to change our status.”

“But we’re closed. How did you get in?”

“The door was open. My husband just checked the website this morning, which says you’re open today.” Both women started shaking their heads, and I could feel administrative dread seep into my bones. They explained they are open on Monday and Wednesday afternoons; this was Tuesday. It’s a common mistake for many: in Hebrew, Sunday is the first day of the week or yom aleph (a). Philippe probably forgot about Sunday and thought Monday was yom a, which would make Tuesday yom beit (b) even though it is really yom gimel (g).

“Tell me what you need,” the seated woman said.

“We left the country in 1994 and have just returned.  We have to change our status because tomorrow morning we have an appointment at the Ministry of Absorption, who told us we had to come here first for the paper.” The woman acknowledged my request, clearly understanding what we needed.

“Give me your ID number. Let’s see if I can help you.“ I recited my nine-digit number without thinking. She typed it in to her computer.

“Jennifer Lang?”

I nodded my head yes.

“Sit down.”

This kind stranger proceeded to tell us that they were leaving work in 15 minutes but maybe she could take care of us in that time. Could we please hand over our ID cards and passports so she could start? We complied, smiling, relaxed, giddy with luck.

Two, maybe three minutes, passed. Miraculously, this woman began printing our new information sheets to accompany our 20-year-old ID cards with our updated address, which entitled us to a free parking sticker for all blue-and-white striped parking places in Raanana. “Hinei,” she handed us our papers. The printer continued on its merry way. Pages and pages of paper, which, she explained, were summaries of our entries and exits in Israel. First mine, then Daniella’s, then Simone’s, lastly Philippe’s.

“Can I give you a hug?” I asked this woman. She looked up from her computer at me, and we made eye contact for the first time. I saw her as a person, not just as a bureaucrat. She was dressed like a typical Israeli—casually—with a white t-shirt and some word written across her chest in silver sparkles and white pants. Her chestnut brown hair was shoulder length, wavy, and her face was nondescript. But she was warm, willing to help and wanting to make small talk. Like many Israelis we meet, she asked us our vital stats—where we’re originally from, how we meet, how old our children are, why we left [Israel], what brought us back. Instead of feeling annoyed by her curiosity, I was amused and repeatedly offered to give her a hug or kiss for her effort and time.

Yesh ba’aya,” she said, “ze’re is a problem.” The printer paper was jamming every few pages, but that wasn’t the problem she meant. It was Philippe’s passport. One stamp from a departure date in February 2008 didn’t correspond to an entry date according to the computer screen in front of her. She leafed through his passport in search of the correct stamp.

Five or six minutes passed as the clerk calmly tried to resolve the discrepancy between Philippe’s passport and the computer.  After consulting her colleague, who didn’t know the answer either, she finally picked up the phone to call someone, perhaps a supervisor or an IT specialist. She reached a human voice, nodded her head yes several times, clicked on her keyboard and handed me the phone, “Tell her thank you,” she said in a hushed Hebrew.

“I want to thank you for your time,” I said into the phone, feeling generous and grateful. “Pleasant day to you.” I handed back the phone, still unsure of who was on the other end.

Zeho. You are done. The dates are fixed.” She printed out Philippe’s papers then put all of them together in a white manila envelope. “Now you take these tomorrow to Misrad haKlitah and they will determine your status,” she said, handing me the precious goods. I bent down to stuff the envelope in my backpack and looked up. My new friend stood up, also ready to leave, and opened her arms. “Give me a hug now,” she said.  I stood and held out my arms to give—and take—that hug. We held one another for a few seconds as I whispered thanks into her ear.

Philippe and I left feeling light and fortunate, repeating how lucky we had been over and over to one another as well as to anyone else who would listen. Looking back, I think it was a combination of good luck and good karma. If you keep your heart open, others will too.


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28 Responses to “Paperwork”

  1. Lauren D. September 25, 2011 at 12:43 pm #

    A real triumph – Expect great things and they will happen!

    • Jennifer Lang September 25, 2011 at 12:45 pm #

      Thanks, I am working hard on it…

  2. Ellen atzmon September 25, 2011 at 4:09 pm #

    That is so awesome!
    I love that story.
    I want to hold onto it as a reminder of how to be thankful for our everyday blessings.
    Especially as the New Year is so close.

    • Jennifer Lang September 25, 2011 at 5:36 pm #

      Thanks, El, for cheering me on and for listening and for friendship!

  3. Marina Feldman September 25, 2011 at 4:58 pm #

    I know that feeling of dread. Having immigrated as a child, this story took me back to those times waiting with my parents in offices of different countries for “unknown” authority figures to give us their stamp of approval. I’m so glad for your good luck and Karma! This is truly a sign of good things to come.

    • Jennifer Lang September 25, 2011 at 5:37 pm #

      I am going to hang on your every last word here, Marina, and hope you’re right! xo

  4. Werner Hengst September 25, 2011 at 8:12 pm #

    All things considered, the bureaucracy in Israel is probably not all that much worse than the USA version. (Have you ever dealt with the motor vehicle department or the IRS?) Not being familiar with the rules makes them seem even more onerous and ridiculous than they really are. Anyway, congratulations on navigating through them with good karma, or perhaps just with a nice smile.

    • Jennifer Lang September 26, 2011 at 4:26 am #

      Agreed. Philippe keeps reminding me of that as well. It’s a familiarity with rules and lack of fluency in the language problem. Best!

    • Vicky May 22, 2017 at 2:14 am #

      It is a religious tenet of secular humanism that everything is &#i9#rat3onal&;39; and that there is always a logical answer.Men are not evil, just misguided, and once shown the 'right' path (of rationalism) they will take it.O believes this, he believes that man is god and that, as president, he is a pharaoh amongst men. He believes that he is good and that compromise with the enemy, to bring 'peace at any cost' is a valuable exercise in humanity for the mutual benefit of all.He is a child playing with malevolent forces of which he has no real comprehension….

  5. Danielle Seltzer September 26, 2011 at 2:34 am #

    So, just to give you a additional “happy feeling”. This past July, we bought a car from our friend’s deceased mother who had Jersey registration. We sent our sitter to motor vehicles to put in the paperwork. She had all the correct forms but the clerk said that Stu’s signatures were not the same (bogus). Anyway, three trips back and forth she finally accomplished the goal. The only good thing was–a story I can tell without the personal aggravation. But, it’s nice to see some humanity in Israel instead of random red tape!!

  6. Annette B September 26, 2011 at 4:01 am #

    Jen, so happy to hear you found your way through the maze with success! I imagine it is similar to what people who try to get into the US have to go through after 9/11! I am sure it is even more difficult and frustrating.

    You will no doubt have lots more challenges. With your adorable face and smile, you will melt the hearts of all the bureaucrats and have them eating out of your hand.


    • Jennifer Lang September 26, 2011 at 4:27 am #

      Namaste right back at you, my friend!!!!

  7. Mom/Grandma Marianne September 26, 2011 at 6:05 am #

    Although I heard this story from you verbally, your way with the written word is priceless! You must get this story and others into a magazine! love…PS: agree about DMV and IRS in US!

  8. Sheila Black September 26, 2011 at 11:28 am #

    Dear Jen,
    It does clearly seem that you will have a most interesting life no matter where reside. You are so good (although I am sure you do not feel that way) at navigation. Look at the wonderful way you have created a connection to stay connected to all those who adored you here, through your writing. I am loving reading your blog and even love more seeing (made by Ben Lang) at the bottom of this page. The truth is you are huggable, it might be one of your best assets. So hugs to you,

    • Jennifer Lang September 26, 2011 at 11:31 am #

      A huge hug right back to you! Thanks, Sheil, for your support.

  9. Lisa Bleich September 26, 2011 at 5:52 pm #

    Glad you hear you are making your way! I can totally see you asking for that hug!

  10. Sharon September 26, 2011 at 6:15 pm #

    What I love about this story, besides the story itself, is how your personality and voice come through. I can absolutely hear you. This is a good beginning–here’s to many more good stories. lots of love

    • Jennifer Lang October 1, 2011 at 8:00 pm #

      if they come through, it’s because I learned from you!!!! xo

  11. Roey Ficaro September 27, 2011 at 12:03 pm #

    I am so resistant and negligent to reading the mass of emails that just keep growing like weeds in my mailbox. When I saw your 2 posts come in I decided to wait till I had time to open it and read it leisurely. I love hearing your experience written so beautifully, so jen! I love how u opened your heart to the woman..a lesson we all need when in those frustrating situations. We tend to not see the being as a being..we forget..they have a frustrating job dealing with frustrated angry people.thank you jen for this lovely story. I love most of all feeling you in It. Please keep them coming. It feels like we just chatted over oatmeal together after yoga. I miss you.
    much love & light

    • Jennifer Lang September 27, 2011 at 12:05 pm #

      Roey, thank you so very much for your support. I think of you as I drive around Raanana with my yoga music (and still await yours), which calms me and brings me to another place. If you ever want to come for a visit, just holler. I’m here!

  12. Alice Fisher September 27, 2011 at 9:22 pm #

    Perhaps it’s a sign that this time the move was meant to be. :) So glad you were able to sail through without complication.

    • Jennifer Lang September 30, 2011 at 6:08 am #

      I’m going to focus on your message since I’m a huge believer in signs. Thanks, Al!

  13. Jade September 29, 2011 at 10:39 pm #

    Indeed, trips to the US immigration office in NYC were so Kafkaesque and humiliating that, after I managed to acquire the enviable status of “resident alien”, it took me 25 more years to muster the courage to go back and apply for US citizenship. So I bow to your superior karma… You should cultivate it, in case you ever need to bend French bureaucracies to your will; I believe that would be the ultimate challenge.

    In any case, it’s great that you’ve set up this way to keep in touch. I look forward to hearing more. In the meantime, happy new year!

    • Jennifer Lang September 30, 2011 at 6:07 am #

      Merci, Jade! Je pense a toi. bisous, jl

  14. Lisa October 3, 2011 at 3:13 am #

    A very beautiful “yogic” description of one of the many challenges you face. A great example of what we mean when we say “take it off of your mat and into the world”. I miss you Jen.

    • Jennifer Lang October 3, 2011 at 4:58 am #

      And I you. I think of you everyday when I drive with my yoga music, thanks to you. It takes me to another place where the world is calm and quiet. Thank you for that. xo

  15. Marcia October 17, 2011 at 2:22 am #

    I miss you Jen!! So far off to a great start! See it is all an adventure!! Keep the blogs coming as they make me smile——

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