Today I tasted Greek bureaucracy. After all was said and done, I realized that it was not the bureaucracy that bothered me, but my impatience, fears and anxieties.
Imagine entering a situation where no mental formulation can even begin to solve the solution to your problem (i.e. get Form “A“ from someone in a foreign Hospital with no signs in English, and really no background in Greek).
I was like an infant--completely helpless; in the arms of...
Well, in America it would have been:
- The Information Booth
- A helpful English-speaking doctor/nurse
- A helpful English-speaking family member of a patient
- An English-speaking Janitor
- My own logic/reasoning
- Greek-speaking, kind people (but they spoke GREEK and I didnt)
- My fears
I fear writing this, because I do not want to prematurely synthesize, codify or summarize, so forgive me.
All to say: I think Greece has the potential to cure my Systemetism, with which I am severely infected, by the grace of God :).
Well. Nuff said.