Living in Italy is very different from being a tourist in Italy, in large part because of Italian bureaucracy, in which the foreigner is quickly immersed upon relocation.
My story below is about getting my Italian work visa and permesso di soggiorno. It's written as I experienced it, so any errors or omissions regarding the process are my own. This is not intended to be a step-by-step set of instructions, but I purposely left it detailed in case it helps anyone going through this process.
My new job in Italy started at the beginning of April, 2000. The relocation process of this Canadian moving from Stockholm to Milan had been set in motion the previous November: KPMG in Sweden had talked to KPMG in Italy about my work visa, my permesso di soggiorno, and my codice fiscale. I assumed it would be sorted out before I arrived.
But by my first day of work, I had obtained permission to apply for my permesso di soggiorno, and nothing else. I started making phone calls to move things forward: to Sweden, to Italy, to my company's corporate headquarters in the USA, and to the Consulate in Vancouver. I was working in the office in Milan, but technically, I was on a business trip.
The codice fiscale, thankfully, was easy to get.
By the end of April I still did not have a straight answer on the status of my work visa, except that it was "in process". Finally, after several conversations with the consulate in Vancouver, we discovered that I needed to go to Canada and apply from there, then return to Italy with a valid work visa.
A month later, I made a trip to Vancouver, and returned work visa in hand. Hooray!
But I was still not allowed to work in Italy.
I needed to get my permesso di soggiorno by going to the Questura in my neighborhood within 8 days.
Arriving at said Questura with a stack of documentation, I was told that the next available appointment was in 20 days. After kicking up a fuss, I was allowed to take a number and wait with the other foreigners. Two hours later my number was called, and I discovered that I didn't have the correct documentation after all. I needed correctly-sized photos, a payment, and a letter from my company.
After that, it was 4 months' processing time. Unless, of course, I had to leave the country before that. In which case it would take only 5 days.
Well of course I needed to leave the country in the next 4 months, I said.
I went back to the office and my boss' assistant printed up a plane ticket to France for me. The next day back at the Questura, after another 2 hours in line, I happily submitted the correct documentation and the airline ticket.
Five days later, my papers were ready. But I couldn't get them.
In my state of stress, I had lost my claim slip. Even though my permesso di soggiorno contained my name and photo, the woman behind the sportello refused to release the papers to me. I filled out a declaration about the lost receipt, and took it upstairs to a different office. Another line, more forms, and then back downstairs.
At last: I had a valid permesso di soggiorno in hand!
But I was still looking for an apartment, and when my address changed, I'd have to come back and get a new one at the Questura closest to my new address.
Oh, well.
I could finally work in Italy completely legally.
Next: I needed a bank account, an ID card, and la residenza.
Senso Unico photo by Sanjay
Deviazione photo from Wikimedia Commons
Diagram of Italian bureaucracy from the absolutely hilarious video Italy vs. Europe
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