Of course, the first thing that I did was go to the police. So I spent all day with Italian officers, who sent me to another police department to take my fingerprints. When everything was done and they saw that I was really Alina Lykholat, they let me go with an official document that confirmed that all of my ID’s were stolen.
After that, I went to the Ukrainian Embassy in Rome. Compared to all the other embassies that I have seen in Rome the Ukrainian one was the worst one. While some Malaysian, Bangladesh and Indian embassies were located in the central part of the city, the Ukrainian one was forsaken by God and situated in one of the worst Roman districts.
I shouldn’t even bother with the fact that Ukrainian Embassy employees don’t know what it means to be polite. I had to spend 40 minutes in the rain, waiting for the guard to let me and 10 other people inside. When I finally entered and got to the person who was responsible for documents, I was treated like a homeless dog. I was treated this way by my own people who are from the same homeland.