Yesterday we went to the General Security Building in Beirut to sign our residence applications. According to instructions, the entire family had to attend so we all went, including the baby, although I doubted he would be signing anything, requested or not.
It was fairly easy to get through the first counter, our employer’s guide arranging everything. In the lobby there were signs hanging above directing visitors to “Visitor’s restrooms,” or “Lebanese Citizen’s Services.” “Arabs, Foreigners and Specials” were directed elsewhere, and a sign pointing downstairs indicated “Shooting Range.” Lovely.
The whole process was fairly painless: we waited X amount of minutes, signed our papers (only I was required to sign anything, and the boys came [read nearly tore up the place] in vain), and we were home by mid-morning.