memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Colour of eyes: hazel

Only a doting and fanciful mother could fill in a passport application for her son: Colour of eyes – hazel. One can understand what her thinking was: colour of eyes, well they’re not blue, not green nor are they grey or brown, I know – hazel. (i.e. mud)

My first passport was to go away to school in England when I was nine years old.

How vulnerable young Master Thomas looks with his unknowing eyes (colour: hazel)

Little does he know what lies in store for him …

We next find our hero embarking on his African adventure. Note the de rigueur well-thumbed look

And the Beatles haircut

The Algerian Immigration Authorities in those days had a neat system: entry to the country was free but you had to pay to get the hell out!

All that bureaucracy just to go on a couple of weeks leave.

Getting this work permit cost an arm and a leg too. It was the classic Catch 22 situation – you had to have une Carte de Residence to get your Permit de Travail but you couldn’t get a job until your were a resident in the country (or something like that).

Not an Arabic reader? All is explained when you open it up.

Notice how they had to rubber-stamp each page Take that! And that! And that! (And when they went home at the end of the day and their wives said to them after dinner: um … I’m tired … think I’ll get an early night … how about you, honey? they go no, you go on up, hon, I’ve still got a bit of rubber-stamping to get through … and wife flounces out of the room thinking wish he’d come up and rubber-stamp me for a change!

While I was flicking through this passport a bunch of Algerian banknotes fell out:

I like the gazelle

The desert dude is cool and I like the pink but the design is a tad tasteless, don’t you think?

Now this green one with the herd of goats trotting along has a certain retro-chic

and the back of it with that rather bizzare couple on that tractor thingy was one of the designer’s less happy attempts. So to sum up; quaint – yes, De La Roux – no.

I must gone through fairly hazy phase in my life because I failed to renew that passport, so the next one has a make-shift temporary air, a gotta-get-it-together-because-I-just-remembered-I-gonna-go-abroad-next-vacation look about it:

note the hippy look.

Next ‘ole hazel eyes finds himself in Lisbon:

I remember that photo; we were all advised to get about a dozen taken for work permits, metro passes etc; it was taken in a small booth half-way up the Rua d’Ouro on hot afternoon in October.

Then the new look, the EU look, the cheap and nasty look:

Welcome the age of cheap plastic, of easy money, welcome to the Euro-Zone.

Comments on: "Colour of eyes: hazel" (9)

  1. I love my passport, and this is why. Such a cool memento to keep and remind you of journeys and stages of life. I will be so sad if (likely when) they turn all of this digital and paper passports are done away with.

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  2. What a unique and intriguing bit of vicarious travel! Loved the trip, Tom (or rather: Ol’ Hazel Eyes). Thank you! ~ Lily

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  3. Whatever happened to that good looking guy I knew at school?
    Age creeps up on us all so quickly.
    And yet, I still feel the same age, mentally, as we were back then in the 60’s!
    Ah! the folly of old men!
    Thanks Tom, nice one!

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  4. Gostei da viagem documentada…
    Já agora, actualmente o “paper work” dos novos professores diminuiu imenso ; não há docs. que vão para os serviços para serem “carimbados”–vão por mail..fotos? apenas 1…
    …será que o pessoal dos carimbos algerianos tambem aderiu à redução de carimbos?as suas esposas agradeciam…Eh!Eh!

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  5. Growing up through passports – it’s an interesting journey!

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  6. jamesboshell said:

    Just love these Tom, I’m going to look mine up now! How old were you when you started at St Ed’s? We’re you born a foreigner… an alien dude?

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