And the residency permit goes to.....

Ok. This is me waiting in line for my student's residency permit. More than 300 people waiting from all over the world to be lega in a country where the word "legal" has so many connotations. Like i did in Bogotá to get my visa, i fill out all the paperwork in front of the police headquarter.
There was this lady with a dark-brown coat, about 4'8" height and black hair. As soon as I saw her i knew she was form Lokombia. Between the two of us there was this handsome guy who looked like the gorgeous bear who appeared on the last issue of ZERO Magazine -Le TeTû pour les gays spagnoles. But he wasn't. He was only a "Killero" out of place.
Well, he was called to step into the place and I stayed outside for one more hour with a nice peruvian talking shit and waiting. When it was 14h passed, I was a little bit curious because of a stranger student who crashed in first and freely. And I was like "WHAT THE F&%K". So... I pushed myself in front of the line, all angry and determinated: went to the door, talked with the policeman but a rebel angentinian guy was pushing hard already to go in.
Conclusion? Both ended walking away like El Chavo says: CON EL RABO ENTRE LAS PIERNAS. I needed some distraction so, i went to the Juan March Foundation to see an amazing exposition about Gustav Klimt and his Nude Veritas. INCREDIBLE. Here's a pic:

This morning, I was fully determinated to got inside and to solve the whole thing. But... i didn't see my passport very well and it was made ONLY for one entry. So: not only I must stay in spanish territory but I can't have a valid residency card because my visa was made for exactly 6 months!!! Did I mention I can't work legally because of it?
Anyway, life isn't perfect. And I'm not gonna change my attitude towards the adventure of being here. I know the angel who look after me the whole time got me something BIG behind next corner...