I got my German visa and freelance-work permit yesterday. It only took eight months, four appointments, three frantic midnight phone calls to my mother, five overnighted packages, one massive immigration-office bureaucracy paperwork fuckup and sixty euros. Kafka, he was not kidding about these people.
But all that! Is water under the bridge. Because I? I am SO TOTALLY FUCKING LEGAL. Until May of 2008. And I didn't even have to marry anyone or forge documents or flee to Estonia to do it. Joy!