Last week, we finally picked up our DIRE (Residency) cards from the immigration office here. It was quite exciting considering all the difficulties we’ve been having with them lately to finally have them in our hands. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long.
As I was about to head out to do some shopping yesterday I thought to myself… “I should put that DIRE card in my purse, in case someone asks to see it?” I so wish I hadn’t listened to that silly voice inside my head.
Sometime between putting some change in my purse at one shop and arriving outside the market, I lost my purse. It wasn’t my big purse with everything in it… just a little one I carry that has small change and yesterday… one of the most important documents I own.
I have no idea what happened. I think I may have just dropped it on the ground. Everyone else I’ve spoken to about it thinks someone stole it out of my bag.
I looked around for a while, chatted to the men selling eggs nearby, exchanged numbers with a random stranger in case he found anything out, retraced my steps and then headed home.
This morning I went with Cam’s language helper to the local radio station to ask them to announce that it was lost and offer a reward (unspecified amount) to anyone who could hand it in. One man rang saying he had it but he didn’t. He’d been collecting random bits and pieces of other people’s stuff (keys, driver’s licenses etc) just in case someone offered a reward.
So then Cam went into Immigration this afternoon to tell them what I’d done… they weren’t too impressed. He then had to go and file a police report just in case it doesn’t show up and we need to start the process again.
The worst thing is that we didn’t photocopy/scan/take a photo of it yet so if it doesn’t show up, we’re back to square one. Another $750 US dollars, a full resubmission of all documents, another wait.
Tomorrow we’re going to go and try again at the market. See if we can interest anyone in a huge reward for the safe return of my DIRE. I really hope so. Cam’s going to go back the radio station and advertise the reward sum.
But I’m hopeful… I’ve been here before… thinking that what was lost was gone forever… only to find that God knew better. He was in control. He had other purposes in mind. He had things to teach me. I’m really hoping that’s the case this time too.
There are some up sides… I’ve had some good opportunities to practice Portuguese, learnt how to put an announcement on the radio (in four different languages – super cool), spent some quality time with a few different people and been the one truly in need of the help of others. That’s always a good place to be. Uncomfortable… but good.
So, if you would like to send up a prayer about this… we would be most grateful 🙂