Just no privacy these days

There may be privacy issues about taking photos and putting them in flickr, but that's nothing compared to going to my bank.

I was there yesterday (CGD) with my son yesterday opening an account for him as he has just turned eighteen. I've been a customer there for eight years.

We didn't fit into any of the boxes we needed to complete to open an account. Even his name, with its total of ten letters, looked lost in the splendidly long space for Portuguese names.

One problem was the title of my Masters degree - and yes, they did need to know that for his account - which did not fit in any category. I described the disciplines in Development Studies, which I completed over twenty years ago, and cutomers looked on as bank employees decided if it was more accurate to say it was a Masters in Sociology or in Economics.

Everyone in Faralhão (a suburb of Setúbal) now knows the name of my adopted son's father, which we had forgotten and had to look up; they know the name of his mother, and why he was adopted by me. An women in the queue gave me an affectionate squeeze and people looked at me kindly.

An hour and a half later, lots of help and suggestions from bank employees and customers we were able to complete all the forms. Decisions that arose from our confused types and numbers of identity documents were taken by all.

So now, what with one thing or another, my photos in flickr and my life story in Faralhão, I think I've got nothing left to hide.

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There may be privacy issues about taking photos and putting them in flickr, but that's nothing compared to going to my bank.

I was there yesterday (CGD) with my son yesterday opening an account for him as he has just turned eighteen. I've been a customer there for eight years.