A Buddhist Monk, some neatly dressed Mormon missionaries and a young Guatemalan reading Nietzsche are among those waiting in the offices of the Nationallnstitute of Migration for their visas to be issued. Clerks tell visitors to take a seat-a mischievous joke, since there are vastly more people than chairs in the cramped waiting room. The air is thick with boredom and barely stifled rage.
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