After eight months of bureaucratic stress, struggle and occasional despair, Tatyana’s green card arrived a couple of days ago. Still no work permit but that’s more or less moot at this stage. The green card means she’s good for a social security card and a California driver’s license. She’s now able to apply for a job commensurate with her experience — a decade of exec-level management in sales, bilingual, brilliant organizer, skilled motivator. Not to mention the blonde hair, beautiful hands, great gams. Tatyana’s life in the U.S. of A. can actually begin now.
