car odissey part 2 buying

And thus on a Friday morning I set for the dealer, around noon, the car is there, there is not the guy I spoke with but one of his brothers, new cars have arrived, but there is nothing in my price range, sorry. I'll get the Eclipse then. Ok says he. Standing around the car he tells me what is going to do to the car, oil, brakes, new tires, fixing the lock of the internal box, clean etc. Then we go inside to talk numbers. On top of the agreed price, there is a fee to be payed to the DMV of 125 $, then the sales tax, in Connecticut is not too bad, 6%, and then a handling fee to the dealer of 350$, no wonder I get new tires!!! I must have had a bad face at this last additional price, he lowered the selling price of 200 $ saying let's make this even between us. Over and all is more than 700 bucks on top of the selling price, not cheaper than in Europe I would say.
Next step is insurance, we need insurance for the sale to take place, for them to be able to go to DMV with the paperwork, I call the insurance, I had a quote already, and get it, . As we wait for the fax, I ask about their family, the father who speaks hardly any English is always in the store, not doing much, they are from Kosovo, came over the US around 2000. The date says much. Now I understand about the familiar accent and gestures, it is my Balkan friends from Florence, and especially Punky the soul of BarFiasco and toyota specialist. That early morning in a basement flat when, after a night spent in drinking and singing songs, I, the only "European" in the room was solemnly baptized Balkan by dripping rakia on my nape comes to my mind.
The faxed provisional insurance card is there, let's move on. When I take out my Italian driving licence, in the meantime a third brother has appeared, frowns appears. Connecticut laws only allows US driving licence holder to own a car. What? what ownership has to do with driving licence? They call DMV, I need to get a non-driver identification, in order to be able to buy the car, oh dear. New plan, I set off with the first brother, the one I originally talked to, to DMV. My Kosovar friend has to push around the first rank of desks to get to the sergeant, than we get the paper for a request of a CT identity card. Fortunately I have my SSN (social security number) with me, as they want that as proof of identification. They have already my case gone through immigration last week thus we do not wait too long. My misspelled name is called, I go to the counter, it is not me, somebody called David Lombardi, he shows up behind me. I go back to my seat. I ask my kosovar dealer about the emigration to the states. He comes up with a fascinating story about an entire family crossing borders on foot to Macedonia then Bulgaria, to avoid patrols and checkpoints, till Czech territory and then finally Germany. From there then to the US. He only went back once and found his wife there. His first son was recently born.
My name is called , we go and a conversation starts with the black guy at the counter it is about soccer, best Italian team, Juventus, Milan, the black guy is very disappointed by Juventus cheating, the Kosovar is more keen on German football, the conversation moves on, Matarazzi and Zidane, sympathies go to Matarazzi, The African American has a new topic, why on earth is American football called football if they do not ever touch it with their feet? Anyway he does not like it. My card appear, he shakes my hand, "welcome to America, sir". Back to the store, paperwork completed, I see they are working on the car, I have to go back.
It is four when I am back to the library, I check out my bank account to wire the money. The server is down for extraordinary maintenance. Forget about getting it done before Monday.