LEFT ALONE IN SPAIN
I was coming out with my baggage from the airport and someone from behind threw coins on the floor, I though it was out of my pocket. I bend down to pick up the coins and get up to see my handbag from the trolley had gone.
I was waiting on the airport taxi stand and trying to locate from the map the place I was to reach and someone from behind tapped on my shoulder, I look back and by the time I realise my handbag had gone in front of my eyes.
I was waiting at the airport information counter to know mode of transport to reach the conference venue and someone comes attempts to talk to person on the counter, I move to give him space and by the time I realize my handbag with everything has gone. I report to one my three credit card company to cancel my credit card in an hour’s time and I am told 1000 US$ had already been spent. Another credit card company tells me that someone tried to buy electronic item but the card intelligence system refused to clear the payment since I had in past never bought electronic goods on my card.
You must be thinking this all happened in India? You are wrong. These are the experiences of Indian, Malaysian and American citizens at Barcelona airport on 18th and 21st July 2002. The first one is my own experience. We all landed up in Barcelona to attend 23rd International Association for Media and Communication Research General Assembly and Conference on Intercultural Communication and people across cultures had an identical experience of being robbed at the Airport itself.
After loosing passport, tickets, money, diaries with address of even the conference venue I stand on the airport waiting for the miracle to happen. I decide to take charge of the situation and look for police and believe me its worse than India. After waiting in a queue on the counter supposedly marked with ‘Inquiry and tax claims’ having three police-people in uniform refuses their role in the matter and directed to another end of the Airport for reporting the crime with the comment that it is very common to loose luggage. After one more language struggle one policeman in the impressive uniform could direct me to one more door with no resemblance to Indian Police stations.
I reach in a corridor with photographs pasted on the notice board with ‘wanted’ look assumed it to be police station. Two empty rooms and one more policeman appear from another side door. I tried explaining my ‘problem’ he with his cold look could express his inability to understand me but finally managed to give me one form without much explanation. The form with first Spanish and latter English titles took me few minutes to understand that I was to fill it up. The kindest act the policeman could do was to give me pen to fill up the form. He helped me where I was to sign and had no qualms about if I was providing complete information or had any difficulty in understanding or writing in English.
The task was over, without much communication. He took the form back, photocopied it, stamped it and returned it to me. I tried asking if there is any chance of getting at least the diaries or if he can help me with finding out my conference venue. He was at his best. I recalled my police station experiences back home where the police people would be concerned about who was my father and where I stayed and what I did and here in Spain this man simply took the form and wanted me to leave. I faced with two other crying women and one family seemed to have undergone the similar experience.
The next task was to locate the address where I was to go since the diary had gone. Before the disaster I had inquired at the tourist information counter and bought five-day public transport card from the man. I went back to him, explained him my situation and asked if he could recollect my address, he showed me signboard ‘ take care of your bags’ on the counter stating this is very common. I managed to mark the location on the map and somehow reached the venue carrying my ‘only’ big bag of 14 kg. With clothes and conference papers. The bag was locked and the keys had gone.
For the organizers I was third to report about such incidence. They were more or less trained because of previous two incidences. The next task was to report about loss of credit card, obtaining new passport, asking for money transfer and informing my family back home. The best part of the exercise was Indian Embassy in Spain ‘at their best’. The telephone number of Indian Embassy in Madrid (Capital of Spain) given by telephone information was incorrect. After two days we managed to know (courtesy Internet and efforts by my family) that there is a provision of ‘Emergency Certificate’ incase of loss or stolen passport for six plus 43 euros.
Interestingly Spain has Honorary Consular services at Barcelona, which ‘simply’ guides people and cannot help in any way, as they were ‘honorary’. The telephonic conversation with the Embassy was useless as the man online was at his rudest best. Even if my passport is lost in Barcelona I had to go to Madrid, 500 Km from Barcelona to get document that allow me to get out of Spain. When in a telephonic conversation I told the man in Indian Embassy that I do not have money and I do not know how to reach Madrid his reply was ‘that is not our problem and you borrow money from someone in the conference and reach here with specified documents then we will see what we can do for you’. Experiences of all other people at the conference in dealing with their Consulates were fairly positive.
Finally since the train and bus takes six to seven hours to reach Madrid the organizers decided to help me fly with another local girl. The flight took me to Madrid in 50 minutes and we reached at the Indian embassy at 8.45 am, the gate was open and one Spanish man was waiting for Visa to India. The office time is 9.00 and so the same man who answered telephones shouted from the window telling us to wait outside the gate till office opens. The Spanish man realizing that I was Indian asked me if one could get Euros converted in India or not.
Since the rest of the forms were given to me by Barcelona Consular services and were filled up by me the Embassy counter by giving one more form told me to wait for the Consular. After two hours wait the young Consular mostly from Indian Foreign Service arrived and spoke to me standing next to photocopy machine. He was polite enough to listen to me and told me that he will give me new passport for which I will have to pay 193 euros. When I asked if Emergency Certificate can be issued or not since it is for only 49 euros and if I can pay back in India or not he was of the opinion that it is better if I take new passport and it will be lot of hassle for me and them if I pay back in India.
I was told to pay 193 euros and collect my passport at two o’clock since making a new passport takes a lot of time, he explained. I had no choice but to accept what was said and so I borrowed from the girl who had accompanied me and paid the cash. We returned at two and the Spanish lady working at the Embassy was leaving for lunch so was told to come at four o’clock. Faced with another man from India who was being fired by the Embassy staff for coming in the afternoon I got a new passport at 4.30 p.m., valid for six months costing me almost ten thousand rupees. The man when inquired about my difficulty commented that people wait here for months to get their work done so I got it in a day’s time is an achievement. And I return to India.
It is understood that if you loose your luggage it is not other people’s problem but being alone without money in foreign land as Indian I expected at least my Embassy to be more sensitive. If emergency certificates are of no use, why is it put up on Internet site as one of the alternative? Why cannot we have more sensitive Indian staff at Indian embassy abroad? And on the other hand, why as Indian we blame our Airport security when to my mind the situation is worse in ‘foreign’ land?
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