I'm posting this six days late, but below is my experience registering with the Foreign Regional Registration Office: Good day comrades! I am sitting in a cafe, "The French Loaf" in Indiranagar as I write this. I've just ordered myself a coffee and a donut (quiet, gays!). No one here seems to know what a black coffee is, and no matter what you order, it's a cappuccino. Le sigh. I arrived at the FRRO this morning at 8:35; twenty minutes late. My assistants (yes, plural) from ISO were already waiting for me. They saved me a spot in line and had all of my documents completed. My only job, as explained by Lohith, was to stand in line and get my token. After that, I was to promptly report back to him for further instruction. To
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