Zippora Seven, as shot by Dayne Johnston (on a disposable camera) at La Perle in Paris.
Losing your passport in a foreign country is not an ideal scenario. I watched it happen to a friend of mine a couple of years ago – he went into a kind of catatonic shock followed by hyper ventilation and later a full blown panic attack. The first I heard about Zippora Seven’s predicament was a few nights ago when she called me up to ask if I would be the witness on her passport application. Here’s what she told me: “I was walking to a casting for an American job when my roommate called me up. She said, ‘I’m sorry, I have some really bad news. I just got home and found my dog with your passport. He ate it. Like, he actually ate it.'”
A lot can be learned about a person in a moment of crisis. Zippora stayed zen. She hung up the phone and headed to the casting. The first thing they asked her was if she had a valid US working visa. “Um… I think so,” she replied.
When I went to her house to sign the documents, she showed me the passport. It lies in tatters, with tooth holes and giant chunks missing, but miraculously her US visa is one of the few pages that remains intact. And just in case there was any doubt that New Zealand is the greatest (and most efficient) country in the world, you’ll be pleased to know that her new passport is already in the post from the London embassy.
A lesser person (such as myself), might have experienced some canine rage. But asked if she feels any ill will towards the dog, Zippora said not at all. “I took him for a walk the next day.”
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