Last year I opened a bank account in a new country.

Passport. Utility bill. Proof of address. Employment letter. Tax number. Three visits to the branch. Two rejected applications because one document was the wrong format. Six weeks of back and forth before a single transaction could be made.
And the entire time I kept thinking — I have already done all of this before. Multiple times. In multiple countries. For multiple institutions. Every single one of them treated me like I had never proven any