Clio wrote:“Very well, thank you”, replied. ND. “That’s good!” cried the receptionist, disappearing into the doctor’s office and returning instantly with the stamped form vouching for ND’s perfect health..........................
Of course I’m sure it’s all much more organised and corruption-proof these days…..
Earlier this year I was told I had to see a "head doctor" and was told where to go. The conversation went like this:
HD: "Good morning, how are you?"
Me: "Fine" as I handed the form I had been given to him.
HD: "Where do you live"
Me: I told him where I lived.
HD "My mother lives in that village, do you like it there?
Me: I love it!
HD: This will cost 50 Euros.
I handed him the money which he folded and put in his trouser pocket.
HD then signed a paper and handed it to me.
Me "Thank you" and I left his office
The paper was a certificate which stated that I was of sound mind, did not suffer from schizophrenia or any other mental condition, I was not a drug addict and, in his opinion, I was a fit person to own a gun.
Bureaucracy in Crete - great!