For some people, we do everything that they think is tedious. Like notarising and legalising documents or having an apostille attached to them. We file them at different agencies, we queue at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Justice and the consulates. We pay duties. We make arrangements and ask the officials to hurry it up.

For some people, we spend nights translating documents that they hate having and seeing: anamneses, tests, types of tumour, CT and MRI transcripts. We play for their team. The team of survivors.

Tender documents, technical descriptions, tons of Cyprus statutory documents: virtually a sea of words and figures jeopardising the right to a nine-to-five job. Well, you can either drown in that sea, or you can stand up on a surf board and learn to manoeuvre.

Do you know what I enjoy most in my job? I would love to say something like, “tears of gratitude in clients' eyes.” But no.

There are never tears; paperwork is not something you want to be thankful for, especially if it leads to even more paperwork. It's around eight in the evening; the office is empty. It's erily quiet. I lean back in my chair and close my eyes. Because I know there’s someone waiting for me at home in the evening. The same way there are people waiting for me at work in the morning. And most importantly: I want to keep coming back to both places.