One and a half hours waiting in line at fremmedpolitiet. A minute at the counter. Half of that was spent listening to a Norwegian who’d matter of factly by-passed the queue to complain loudly about some foreigners who were misusing her address and she couldn’t possibly stand in line, no, this was too important! They sent her elsewhere, took my passports, old and new, and told me to come back and pick it up on Friday. I wonder whether I can bribe them to mail it to me instead.