The Virtual Pub
Come Inside... => Saloon Bar => Topic started by: Barman on March 09, 2016, 11:50:56 AM
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Firstly the context.
It is very easy to buy a shotgun here - you visit the shop, pay for the gun and leave with it. The shop fills out all the paperwork and (from memory) you pop into the police station for a stamp & sign and then to the district office to get your shotgun licence... cloud9:
...which is what my mate Graeme did when I introduced him to clay pigeon shooting.
Unfortunately, he died a couple of years ago and his wife said that she wanted me to have his gun. It has no financial value, it is an old Baikal Russian over and under - probably fourth or fifth hand and worth no more than €200 I should think. But, it obviously has sentimental value and she wanted it gone from the house so I was happy to have it! ;D
So, given how easy it is to buy a gun here I assumed that transferring a gun from one person to another would be very simple. Well, it is simple because I have done it. Sign the form, pay a transfer fee and bish-bosh. :thumbsup:
But... if the owner of the gun is deceased then it becomes very complicated... very, very complicated as I have discovered... ::)
Police Station #1
I was going to Limassol so decided to call into Limassol police station (I live in Limassol district) with the gun.
I found the right room and was served by a laydee police officer. eyes:
I explained the situation, gestured towards the gun and waited for her reaction. Shock and awe probably describes it quite accurately. It was the look on her face that gave me the impression that this might not be as simple as I first thought... eeek:
After thinking about it for a bit she produced a sheaf of forms. She said, "you have to fill these in but they are only available in Greek", having obviously realised that my ability to read or write Greek was on par with my ability to read or write the scribble that Arabs are so fond of... noooo:
So, I gave her my most pathetic look and she took pity on me and filled out all of the forms, in Greek longhand. Amazingly all the information, I mean all of it was on her computer, my details, Graeme's details, his gun, my gun, etc. But she still had to fill it all out... noooo:
Eventually she finished and Handed me the sheaf of papers. She said, "You sign here and here and Graeme's wife signs here. His wife's signature has to be authorised by the village Muchtar (Mayor). Then come back here but don't bring the gun again as it is illegal!" scared2:
So I delivered all the forms to Graeme's wife along with all my stuff, shotgun licence, etc. and she made an appointment with the Muchtar. He wouldn't sign it. He said she had to go to the police station in Pafos... facepalm:
Police Station #2 follows in Part 2...
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And you are suprised why...... rubschin:
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Walking into a police station with a gun ..is one of the reasons I live here ........ ;D ;D ;D ;D
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And you are suprised why...... rubschin:
I'm sort of resigned to it now but I've been in four police stations for this and have to visit another this afternoon... Even by Cypriot standards this is a long drawn out thing... lol:
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Walking into a police station with a gun ..is one of the reasons I live here ........ ;D ;D ;D ;D
lol: lol: lol:
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And you are suprised why...... rubschin:
I'm sort of resigned to it now but I've been in four police stations for this and have to visit another this afternoon... Even by Cypriot standards this is a long drawn out thing... lol:
Try getting permission to sell alcohol.......... noooo: I even had to go to the church ..... noooo:
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And you are suprised why...... rubschin:
I'm sort of resigned to it now but I've been in four police stations for this and have to visit another this afternoon... Even by Cypriot standards this is a long drawn out thing... lol:
Try getting permission to sell alcohol.......... noooo: I even had to go to the church ..... noooo:
It might come to that yet! cussing:
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Police Station #2
So armed with the sheaf of papers and other corroborating evidence I headed off to Pafos police station with Graeme's wife... ::)
The guy on the gate directs us to a scruffy little office containing a scruffy little policeman sitting at (your guessed it) a scruffy little desk with a computer sitting on it. The only other contents of the room are a large photocopier, a shredder, a laser printer and a large set of 'pigeon holes' containing numerous piles of forms (this reads like The Adventure Game - I see no cave here!). lol:
So, I explain the position with the gun, that we have completed all the forms and that the Muchtar has refused to sign the form and suggested we visit the police station. He takes the sheaf of papers, looks at the first two pages, says, "oxi (no)" then swivels round in his chair and drops the whole sheaf of forms into the shredder! Bzzzzzzzzzt - all gone! eeek:
He says, "you can't do that", then proceeds to take more forms from the pigeon holes and starts to fill them in... he wants to know if I have any ID, I offer my passport and Cyprus ID card. he doesn't want the passport, only the ID card will do. He then needs to know address, phone number, etc. etc. all of which was on the papers he has just shredded and which I know is on the computer in front of him! facepalm:
He then turns to Graeme's wife and goes through the whole thing with her filling out the forms in Greek longhand. Goes through the will, the death certificate the marriage certificate, etc. Actually, you have to be fair to the Cypriot police - they are all literate! ;D
He then goes through a whole phase of photocopying stuff (Cypriots love a photocopy, I have often thought that it would be a good business to be selling copiers or just toner). Some stuff he copies and then shreds! He prints something out from the PC, tears it in half and shreds the bottom half. He then photocopies the top half onto a sheet of A4 then shreds the top half... This all takes ages...
He then hands me a form and says that I have to take it to 'the other police station next to the fire station' (at the other end of town) where they will sign and stamp it to certify that I am a suitable person to hold a shotgun! I say, "no I already have a shotgun, here is my licence, I surely don't need to do that again?". He gives me a withering look and says, "you just have to". evil:
He hands another form to Graeme's wife and says, "you have to take this to the tax office and they will produce a certificate showing that your husband doesn't owe any tax". She says, "no I have already done the probate thing and it is all finished and complete all taxes paid, everything in my name." He gives her a withering look and says, "you just have to". evil:
His parting words - don't bring the gun back here - it is illegal! eeek:
So, somewhat deflated we head off to the tax office...
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Police Station #2
So armed with the sheaf of papers and other corroborating evidence I headed off to Pafos police station with Graeme's wife... ::)
The guy on the gate directs us to a scruffy little office containing a scruffy little policeman sitting at (your guessed it) a scruffy little desk with a computer sitting on it. The only other contents of the room are a large photocopier, a shredder, a laser printer and a large set of 'pigeon holes' containing numerous piles of forms (this reads like The Adventure Game - I see no cave here!). lol:
So, I explain the position with the gun, that we have completed all the forms and that the Muchtar has refused to sign the form and suggested we visit the police station. He takes the sheaf of papers, looks at the first two pages, says, "oxi (no)" then swivels round in his chair and drops the whole sheaf of forms into the shredder! Bzzzzzzzzzt - all gone! eeek:
He says, "you can't do that", then proceeds to take more forms from the pigeon holes and starts to fill them in... he wants to know if I have any ID, I offer my passport and Cyprus ID card. he doesn't want the passport, only the ID card will do. He then needs to know address, phone number, etc. etc. all of which was on the papers he has just shredded and which I know is on the computer in front of him! facepalm:
He then turns to Graeme's wife and goes through the whole thing with her filling out the forms in Greek longhand. Goes through the will, the death certificate the marriage certificate, etc. Actually, you have to be fair to the Cypriot police - they are all literate! ;D
He then goes through a whole phase of photocopying stuff (Cypriots love a photocopy, I have often thought that it would be a good business to be selling copiers or just toner). Some stuff he copies and then shreds! He prints something out from the PC, tears it in half and shreds the bottom half. He then photocopies the top half onto a sheet of A4 then shreds the top half... This all takes ages...
He then hands me a form and says that I have to take it to 'the other police station next to the fire station' (at the other end of town) where they will sign and stamp it to certify that I am a suitable person to hold a shotgun! I say, "no I already have a shotgun, here is my licence, I surely don't need to do that again?". He gives me a withering look and says, "you just have to". evil:
He hands another form to Graeme's wife and says, "you have to take this to the tax office and they will produce a certificate showing that your husband doesn't owe any tax". She says, "no I have already done the probate thing and it is all finished and complete all taxes paid, everything in my name." He gives her a withering look and says, "you just have to". evil:
His parting words - don't bring the gun back here - it is illegal! eeek:
So, somewhat deflated we head off to the tax office...
Thumbs: moving forward..... Thumbs:
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Police Station #2
So armed with the sheaf of papers and other corroborating evidence I headed off to Pafos police station with Graeme's wife... ::)
The guy on the gate directs us to a scruffy little office containing a scruffy little policeman sitting at (your guessed it) a scruffy little desk with a computer sitting on it. The only other contents of the room are a large photocopier, a shredder, a laser printer and a large set of 'pigeon holes' containing numerous piles of forms (this reads like The Adventure Game - I see no cave here!). lol:
So, I explain the position with the gun, that we have completed all the forms and that the Muchtar has refused to sign the form and suggested we visit the police station. He takes the sheaf of papers, looks at the first two pages, says, "oxi (no)" then swivels round in his chair and drops the whole sheaf of forms into the shredder! Bzzzzzzzzzt - all gone! eeek:
He says, "you can't do that", then proceeds to take more forms from the pigeon holes and starts to fill them in... he wants to know if I have any ID, I offer my passport and Cyprus ID card. he doesn't want the passport, only the ID card will do. He then needs to know address, phone number, etc. etc. all of which was on the papers he has just shredded and which I know is on the computer in front of him! facepalm:
He then turns to Graeme's wife and goes through the whole thing with her filling out the forms in Greek longhand. Goes through the will, the death certificate the marriage certificate, etc. Actually, you have to be fair to the Cypriot police - they are all literate! ;D
He then goes through a whole phase of photocopying stuff (Cypriots love a photocopy, I have often thought that it would be a good business to be selling copiers or just toner). Some stuff he copies and then shreds! He prints something out from the PC, tears it in half and shreds the bottom half. He then photocopies the top half onto a sheet of A4 then shreds the top half... This all takes ages...
He then hands me a form and says that I have to take it to 'the other police station next to the fire station' (at the other end of town) where they will sign and stamp it to certify that I am a suitable person to hold a shotgun! I say, "no I already have a shotgun, here is my licence, I surely don't need to do that again?". He gives me a withering look and says, "you just have to". evil:
He hands another form to Graeme's wife and says, "you have to take this to the tax office and they will produce a certificate showing that your husband doesn't owe any tax". She says, "no I have already done the probate thing and it is all finished and complete all taxes paid, everything in my name." He gives her a withering look and says, "you just have to". evil:
His parting words - don't bring the gun back here - it is illegal! eeek:
So, somewhat deflated we head off to the tax office...
Thumbs: moving forward..... Thumbs:
evil:
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Tax Office
So the woman at the first desk says, "how much do you want to pay?" and holds her hand out! We say, "we don't want to pay anything, we just need a certificate of tax owed". She looks as deflated as we feel and directs us down the corridor to another reception area... ;D
We explain the situation again and the woman says, "second corridor, room22". the tax office in Pafos is a huge maze (you wouldn't know Apey ::) )...
So we take the second corridor, knock on the door of room 22 and walk in to find we are standing next to the reception that we have just been sent from. The woman says, "NO! room 22!". I said, "this IS room 22" and open the door again so she can see the number on it. So she sends us to room 21 across the corridor instead... noooo:
Room 21 contains a rather bored looking young woman sitting at a desk with a computer and surrounded by piles of files...
We explain that if she can just print off a statement of Graeme's account showing that he owes no tax we will be very grateful and out of her hair lickety-split! All the probate is complete and we just need a certificate... :thumbsup:
So, she looks it up on the computer and obviously finds what she needs... she then hands us two forms, one six pages long and the other two pages - she explains, "you have to fill these forms in, but they are only available in Greek"... The forms must contain hundreds and hundreds of fields and of course, the information is all securely store away on the computer that is sitting in front of her!
So, Graeme's wife (having some 'form' with the tax office when doing the probate) says, "but I can't read Greek, how can I fill that lot in?". She shrugs. Graeme's wife adds, "but I'm going back to the UK on Thursday, I won't have time to do this". She shrugs. I add, "and at the police station they said it was urgent"... cussing:
She shrugs again but, probably realising that he phone hasn't rung and nobody else has knocked on her door cannot really claim to be too busy to help and says, "look you only have to fill in the form, here (marks with pen), here, here, here, here, here and here". Sensing weakness, Graeme's wife responds, "well, we may as well fill it in now then!". lol:
So we quickly work through the form, Graeme's name here, address here, ID card number here, phone number here, etc. It just takes a few minutes... ::)
Having completed the forms, she staples them together and adds them to the pile of folders on her desk.... "We'll call you in a month when it is ready...." Banghead
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Police Station #2
So armed with the sheaf of papers and other corroborating evidence I headed off to Pafos police station with Graeme's wife... ::)
The guy on the gate directs us to a scruffy little office containing a scruffy little policeman sitting at (your guessed it) a scruffy little desk with a computer sitting on it. The only other contents of the room are a large photocopier, a shredder, a laser printer and a large set of 'pigeon holes' containing numerous piles of forms (this reads like The Adventure Game - I see no cave here!). lol:
So, I explain the position with the gun, that we have completed all the forms and that the Muchtar has refused to sign the form and suggested we visit the police station. He takes the sheaf of papers, looks at the first two pages, says, "oxi (no)" then swivels round in his chair and drops the whole sheaf of forms into the shredder! Bzzzzzzzzzt - all gone! eeek:
He says, "you can't do that", then proceeds to take more forms from the pigeon holes and starts to fill them in... he wants to know if I have any ID, I offer my passport and Cyprus ID card. he doesn't want the passport, only the ID card will do. He then needs to know address, phone number, etc. etc. all of which was on the papers he has just shredded and which I know is on the computer in front of him! facepalm:
He then turns to Graeme's wife and goes through the whole thing with her filling out the forms in Greek longhand. Goes through the will, the death certificate the marriage certificate, etc. Actually, you have to be fair to the Cypriot police - they are all literate! ;D
He then goes through a whole phase of photocopying stuff (Cypriots love a photocopy, I have often thought that it would be a good business to be selling copiers or just toner). Some stuff he copies and then shreds! He prints something out from the PC, tears it in half and shreds the bottom half. He then photocopies the top half onto a sheet of A4 then shreds the top half... This all takes ages...
He then hands me a form and says that I have to take it to 'the other police station next to the fire station' (at the other end of town) where they will sign and stamp it to certify that I am a suitable person to hold a shotgun! I say, "no I already have a shotgun, here is my licence, I surely don't need to do that again?". He gives me a withering look and says, "you just have to". evil:
He hands another form to Graeme's wife and says, "you have to take this to the tax office and they will produce a certificate showing that your husband doesn't owe any tax". She says, "no I have already done the probate thing and it is all finished and complete all taxes paid, everything in my name." He gives her a withering look and says, "you just have to". evil:
His parting words - don't bring the gun back here - it is illegal! eeek:
So, somewhat deflated we head off to the tax office...
Thumbs: moving forward..... Thumbs:
evil:
A month ...... whistle:
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"We can probably rush it through in 3 weeks for a small fee"
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Amazing stuff BM :thumbsup: and worthy: for the patience
I might have said something unfortunate or just shot someone
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"We can probably rush it through in 3 weeks for a small fee"
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but he is padlock.......... rubschin:
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"We can probably rush it through in 3 weeks for a small fee"
lol: lol: lol:
rubschin:
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"We can probably rush it through in 3 weeks for a small fee"
lol: lol: lol:
rubschin:
Well Miss T's mini-moke thing cost me 40 plus a bottle of brandy ........ Thumbs:
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"We can probably rush it through in 3 weeks for a small fee"
lol: lol: lol:
rubschin:
Well Miss T's mini-moke thing cost me 40 plus a bottle of brandy ........ Thumbs:
Which was more than the Moke was worth afterwards! point:
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"We can probably rush it through in 3 weeks for a small fee"
lol: lol: lol:
rubschin:
Well Miss T's mini-moke thing cost me 40 plus a bottle of brandy ........ Thumbs:
Which was more than the Moke was worth afterwards! point:
cussing:
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And you are suprised why...... rubschin:
I'm sort of resigned to it now but I've been in four police stations for this and have to visit another this afternoon... Even by Cypriot standards this is a long drawn out thing... lol:
Try getting permission to sell alcohol.......... noooo: I even had to go to the church ..... noooo:
How did you not burst into flame the moment you crossed the threshold... eeek:
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Amazing stuff BM :thumbsup: and worthy: for the patience
I might have said something unfortunate or just shot someone
lol: lol: lol:
To be fair my expectations were set quite low from the start... ;)
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Police Station #3
So, I was in Pafos today and thought I might as well give the police station a try and see if I could get the form completed... not that there is any rush now that we have to wait four weeks for the tax office... ::)
I roll up at the police station next to the fire station which I had always thought was the road traffic place... If you sit in KFC opposite you can watch an endless string of cars that park in the bus stop outside the police station while the owner rushes inside with the paperwork and cash to pay a parking or speeding ticket...
Sure enough, inside the signs all over the place direct you to the 'pay your parking ticket' window... I couldn't see anything else that might be to do with firearms or identity certification so I ventured into a random office and explained my predicament...
I don't speak or read Greek which is my bad. Generally speaking you don't have to as almost everywhere signs are presented in Greek and English (even road signs, street names, etc.). The official languages of Cyprus are Greek and Turkish but obviously because of the historic relationship with the Brits we are generally favoured... cloud9:
A few places have tri-lingual signs but most government offices (and police stations!) have signs only in Greek. However, whenever we have thrown ourselves on the mercy of a random employee they have always been helpful and shown us where we needed to go or often actually stayed with us and lead us through the process... Perhaps this is an indication of how little most of them have to do!
Anyhoo, I digress...
I venture into a random office and say to the policeman (who is working hard on some word-search quiz book) that I have been sent from the 'other police station' to get this form certified... He reads the form and says, "no, not here, you have to go to the other police station!"
Of course, I think he is sending me back to the first one so I say that they sent me here! But no, he says that there is yet another police station behind the police station -I have to walk down the side of this one and round the back to get to it! eeek:
Police Station #4
Sure enough, around the back of Police station #3 is another police station that I didn't know existed, complete with car park, razor wire, patrol cars, etc. So I see the guy on the gate (who is also bizarrely working on a word search quiz book) and show him my form...
He says, "follow that guy (points) through the gate and through the front door. Go to the right hand end of the building and in the office there..."
So, through the gate, thought the front door, down to the right hand side but there is nothing obvious apart from lots of offices containing people in police uniforms doing very little (but not obviously word search).
So I picked the office containing the most attractive female policewoman, eyes: showed her my form and asked where I should go. She says, "you have to go to the other end of the building"....
Then she says, "have you got your passport?". I say, "no, I have my ID card"... she examines the card and says, "oh, it is an 05 (alien) you really need your passport"... facepalm:
So she says, "follow me" and leads me through the building to the far (left hand) end where there is a policeman with sergeant stripes (and obviously very important) sitting at a desk. Waiting patiently at the door is the guy that I followed into the building holding a form (I presume bail). She tells me to wait and snatches the form from the guy at the door and places it in front of the sergeant who signs it and returns it to the guy at the door! noooo:
She then speaks to him about me and after a while asks if I have my passport. I say, "no" and she asks if I have my 'Yellow Slip' to which I also reply, "no"... scared2:
Even though we are in the EU I have to have a 'Yellow Slip' to live here... In order to get the aforementioned 'Yellow Slip' you have to prove that you have the funds to live here and also private health insurance that covers in-patient care... Since we have been here we have had to apply for our 'Alien Card' which was replaced by a 'Pink Slip' which was replaced by the ID card (which expires next year) which was replaced by the 'Yellow Slip' which has been in turn replaced by the 'Permanent Yellow Slip' each of which required vast amounts of admin, photocopying and of course cash payment... noooo:
While theoretically as a European we don't have to have a 'Yellow Slip' to be here they make certain things (like transferring a shotgun or getting a Criminal Record Check) impossible without it... Banghead
So, we have a bit of a Mexican stand-off and I finally say, "would it be easier if I go home and get my ID card and Passport?". She says, "yes, but we close at 1 (being a Wednesday ::) )". I say, "okay, but it won't be today as I live in Pissouri (about 30 mins away)". ::)
She says, "Pissouri??? Then you have to go to Pissouri police station - this form (which has my address and ID card number on it!) has to be certified in the town you live in!"
Banghead Banghead Banghead
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It sounds like some Finance goblins I have worked with here (though not as bad, obviously) noooo:
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And you are suprised why...... rubschin:
I'm sort of resigned to it now but I've been in four police stations for this and have to visit another this afternoon... Even by Cypriot standards this is a long drawn out thing... lol:
Try getting permission to sell alcohol.......... noooo: I even had to go to the church ..... noooo:
How did you not burst into flame the moment you crossed the threshold... eeek:
I went to the offices ....... redface:
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Amazing stuff BM :thumbsup: and worthy: for the patience
I might have said something unfortunate or just shot someone
lol: lol: lol:
To be fair my expectations were set quite low from the start... ;)
I might have muttered "When I left the UK, if I'd wanted to be trapped in a Mickey Mouse operation I'd have gone to EuroDisney" or "I just came in to say we gave up and she gave the gun to a swarthy man that said he was just back from the mosque. Nah, only joking but you started it first"
But Mr Darwin will know better
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Amazing stuff BM :thumbsup: and worthy: for the patience
I might have said something unfortunate or just shot someone
lol: lol: lol:
To be fair my expectations were set quite low from the start... ;)
I might have muttered "When I left the UK, if I'd wanted to be trapped in a Mickey Mouse operation I'd have gone to EuroDisney" or "I just came in to say we gave up and she gave the gun to a swarthy man that said he was just back from the mosque. Nah, only joking but you started it first"
But Mr Darwin will know better
Being honest ...... noooo:
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Police Station #5
So, loaded up with all the forms, my yellow slip, my ID card, my passport, etc. I head off to the village police station.
It is not always manned so I chose lunchtime and sure enough there were not one but TWO police Panjeros parked outside! eveilgrin:
Ring the doorbell, get let in and explain my situation - get shown through to the sergeant! eeek:
I explain the situation to the sergeant and he examines the form... after a while he says (somewhat predictably), "the Muchtar has to sign this"... facepalm:
So I say, "really? the police station in Pafos said that you have to sign it, my local police station...". He says, "yes, I have to sign here (points at page 1) but the village Muchtar (points up the hill towards the village) has to sign here on page 2..." Banghead
So, I ask if I have to go back up to the village, find the Muchtar, get him to sign it and bring it back here for him to sign...? he says, "No, I can sign this part then you can take it to the Muchtar (points up hill again) and get him to sign the other part"... Shocked:
So he logs onto his computer and looks stuff up, asks me if I have mental health issues (accepts "no" eeek:), how long I have lived in the village, blah, blah, blah... Then he asks for my ID and I offer the yellow slip, passport AND ID card but he only wants the ID card.... noooo:
He signs the form with a flourish, adds his name and then calls another policeman in with the official stamp and ink pad! We're getting there! He stamps the form and I make a hasty exit before he asks difficult questions about where the gun is... redface:
So today I go to the village to see the Muchtar... Not filled with confidence to be honest... noooo:
I enter his office, say good morning in Greek, ask him how he is in Greek, blah, blah, blah and then say, "can you sign this form for me please?". He says, "if it is legal I will sign it!" ;D
So I hand him the form and explain about the bastard gun for what feels like the billionth time... ::)
...he reads it (all in Greek remember, nothing too complicated you would have thought) and says, "he died today??? eeek:". I say "no, he died two years ago today and I'm still trying to sort this out ::)".
Starting to feel that this isn't going my way.... noooo:
He says, "I've only been the Muchtar 1½ years so I couldn't have known him" Banghead
I tried explaining that the old Muchtar didn't know him either, that I had his death certificate, that the police station sent me here for him to sign but to no avail... noooo:
He then asked where I lived and tried to make pleasant conversation... cussing:
So, my next step is to wait for Graeme's wife to return from the UK and try the (brand new) local Muchtar where she lives (the one that wouldn't sign the initial forms) and probably go round the whole fucking loop again.... sad24:
Watch this space....
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noooo:
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Sounds like Italy. I wanted to cut down 2 trees in my garden. They were rotten and my neighbour had complained to the commune (local council)
Go to commune. Polite conversation and coffee. Bring us photos they say,
Take pictures, return to commune- Sorry, we have checked and yours is the first house in the village that is not "urban", so you need to go to the commune di montana (rural council)
Go to commune di montana, given form to fill, told to take it to Corpo Forestale (Forestry Commission). Despite photos, and knowing that they drive past the house every day, they need to inspect.
Two days later, sunbathing bikini clad Mrs Beerhead looks up to see three men in military uniforms complete with guns standing over her. The Corpo have arrived. It's the beginning of siesta time, so after more coffees and some collapso, they spend 30 seconds looking at the trees, push to see if they move, give me the nod and sign the well thumbed photos.
Back to commune di montana (after siesta time)who attach photos to form. It needs an official seal and signature, which has to over a stamp which proves I have paid for the application.
The commune don't do the stamps, you can get them anywhere that sells bus tickets. So it's down to Bar Boschetto, buy the stamp, more collapso and discussion about silly rules. Back to the commune di montana, but the bloke in charge has already left for the day.
I track him down in a local bar. He has the official seal in his briefcase. So a couple of aperitivos and finally the deed is done. But the document has to be lodged with the Urban commune, now closed. So it's back to them the next morning, more coffee and chat, the document is formally registered and I get the inevitable grainy photocopy.
So relaxing !
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I think it may be about time for my tale of the Mexican visa and the Guatamalan gunslinger noooo:
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Makes local authorities here look positively efficient cloud9:
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Spank2:
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Sounds like Italy. I wanted to cut down 2 trees in my garden. They were rotten and my neighbour had complained to the commune (local council)
Go to commune. Polite conversation and coffee. Bring us photos they say,
Take pictures, return to commune- Sorry, we have checked and yours is the first house in the village that is not "urban", so you need to go to the commune di montana (rural council)
Go to commune di montana, given form to fill, told to take it to Corpo Forestale (Forestry Commission). Despite photos, and knowing that they drive past the house every day, they need to inspect.
Two days later, sunbathing bikini clad Mrs Beerhead looks up to see three men in military uniforms complete with guns standing over her. The Corpo have arrived. It's the beginning of siesta time, so after more coffees and some collapso, they spend 30 seconds looking at the trees, push to see if they move, give me the nod and sign the well thumbed photos.
Back to commune di montana (after siesta time)who attach photos to form. It needs an official seal and signature, which has to over a stamp which proves I have paid for the application.
The commune don't do the stamps, you can get them anywhere that sells bus tickets. So it's down to Bar Boschetto, buy the stamp, more collapso and discussion about silly rules. Back to the commune di montana, but the bloke in charge has already left for the day.
I track him down in a local bar. He has the official seal in his briefcase. So a couple of aperitivos and finally the deed is done. But the document has to be lodged with the Urban commune, now closed. So it's back to them the next morning, more coffee and chat, the document is formally registered and I get the inevitable grainy photocopy.
So relaxing !
Oh we have 'Revenue Stamps' here - you need them for almost everything like registering a car, etc. but the place where you register the car (and pay the registration fee) doesn't sell them - you have to get in your (unregistered) car, drive to the post office, buy two €1.70 stamps return to the registration place where they stick them on your form so you can pay the registration fee... noooo:
I've no doubt that revenue stamps will be involved at some stage of the shotgun debacle.... Banghead
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I need a shotgun. Can you post it to me?
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I need a shotgun. Can you post it to me?
That would be simpler... rubschin:
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I'd need the paperwerk whistle:
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I'd need the paperwerk whistle:
I will send it when you obtain Revenue Stamps... :thumbsup:
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Um, no
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What is the penalty for not registering ???
Surely it has to be worth the risk noooo:
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What is the penalty for not registering ???
Surely it has to be worth the risk noooo:
The penalty will be that they will eventually realise that Graeme has died and that the gun is now illegal. I've told them at five different police stations so that might speed things up a bit! ;D
So they go to visit his wife to recover it and she says barman has the gun. evil:
They then come to my house and seize Graeme's gun AND my legally held gun.... sad24:
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Jail:
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Jail:
possibly... scared2:
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point: point: point: point:
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What is the penalty for not registering ???
Surely it has to be worth the risk noooo:
The penalty will be that they will eventually realise that Graeme has died and that the gun is now illegal. I've told them at five different police stations so that might speed things up a bit! ;D
So they go to visit his wife to recover it and she says barman has the gun. evil:
They then come to my house and seize Graeme's gun AND my legally held gun.... sad24:
and the liklihood of that is ???? rubschin:
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What is the penalty for not registering ???
Surely it has to be worth the risk noooo:
The penalty will be that they will eventually realise that Graeme has died and that the gun is now illegal. I've told them at five different police stations so that might speed things up a bit! ;D
So they go to visit his wife to recover it and she says barman has the gun. evil:
They then come to my house and seize Graeme's gun AND my legally held gun.... sad24:
and the liklihood of that is ???? rubschin:
Oh, 100% no question.
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Free bar cloud9:
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Free bar cloud9:
Thumbs:
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Jail:
possibly... scared2:
Just remember the golden rule...
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whistle:
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Jail:
possibly... scared2:
Just remember the golden rule...
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whistle:
scared2:
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Mind you, Italy can be quite efficient. When some Roma tried to camp in my back garden, the Carabinieri were in 15 minutes, tooled up and itching for it to kick off.
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Pasties Skypes from Malaga cloud9:
He has spent a lot of time in the Police Station with numerous copies of documents attempting to prove who he is facepalm:
So much for the fucking EU evil:
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Pasties Skypes from Malaga cloud9:
He has spent a lot of time in the Police Station with numerous copies of documents attempting to prove who he is facepalm:
So much for the fucking EU evil:
lol: lol: lol:
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Tomorrow is the day! eeek:
We've got all the paperwork signed, stamped and shredded.... cloud9:
Just have to go to the police station in Pafos with everything they requested and gret the gun transferred right...? Right...? scared2:
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:thumbsup: in anticipation and of course in no way to do with the tempting fate superstition whistle:
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:thumbsup: in anticipation and of course in no way to do with the tempting fate superstition whistle:
It won't happen.... noooo:
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It did happen! Shocked:
Went to the police station - the policeman on gate duty had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and directed us to the second door, "that is the store room, knock on the door and a man will come and take you to the third door..."
So, we went to the second door and sure enough a young police officer emerged and led us to the third door - unlocked the office and led us inside. This was the shredder office! scared2:
He sits down behind the desk and we explain the situation with the shotgun and hand him the form we got from the same office the last time we were there. The police officer had filled out all the details of both parties and the gun in longhand and left a space with two crosses where we would eventually have to sign... he says, "Is this all you have got...?"
With a flourish we bring out the completed form we (eventually) got from the tax office, the form which I got the police to sign at Pissouri and the form which Graeme's wife (eventually) got her Muchtar to sign for a 'fee' of €20...
He looks at all the forms and then hands back the first form (with the two crosses), and says, "you don't need that"... facepalm:
He then sits in silence shuffling the forms back and forth and checking stuff on his computer...
Eventually, he pulls a blank, green sheet of paper from the drawer - it is a gun licence!.
He pops it into his laser printer, presses print and... The printer jams! Banghead
I couldn't believe it, so near yet so far... cry:
He then opened the back of the printer and pulled out a crumpled, half fused licence... straightened it out as best he could (most of the toner coming off)... punched holes in it and filed it in a ring binder after writing all the relevant details longhand into a ledger...
Then back to the printer, another green sheet and this time success - a licence is born. He signs it, stamps it and hey presto we are done! cloud9:
Oh, after giving him €60 of course for the 'transfer fee' for which no receipt was forthcoming... ::)
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And now you can go an shoot something and miss it :thumbsup:
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And now you can go an shoot something and miss it :thumbsup:
And blame it on being a 'new gun'! Thumbs:
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It did happen! Shocked:
Went to the police station - the policeman on gate duty had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and directed us to the second door, "that is the store room, knock on the door and a man will come and take you to the third door..."
So, we went to the second door and sure enough a young police officer emerged and led us to the third door - unlocked the office and led us inside. This was the shredder office! scared2:
He sits down behind the desk and we explain the situation with the shotgun and hand him the form we got from the same office the last time we were there. The police officer had filled out all the details of both parties and the gun in longhand and left a space with two crosses where we would eventually have to sign... he says, "Is this all you have got...?"
With a flourish we bring out the completed form we (eventually) got from the tax office, the form which I got the police to sign at Pissouri and the form which Graeme's wife (eventually) got her Muchtar to sign for a 'fee' of €20...
He looks at all the forms and then hands back the first form (with the two crosses), and says, "you don't need that"... facepalm:
He then sits in silence shuffling the forms back and forth and checking stuff on his computer...
Eventually, he pulls a blank, green sheet of paper from the drawer - it is a gun licence!.
He pops it into his laser printer, presses print and... The printer jams! Banghead
I couldn't believe it, so near yet so far... cry:
He then opened the back of the printer and pulled out a crumpled, half fused licence... straightened it out as best he could (most of the toner coming off)... punched holes in it and filed it in a ring binder after writing all the relevant details longhand into a ledger...
Then back to the printer, another green sheet and this time success - a licence is born. He signs it, stamps it and hey presto we are done! cloud9:
Oh, after giving him €60 of course for the 'transfer fee' for which no receipt was forthcoming... ::)
:thumbsup:
It's almost sad to see the saga end.
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It did happen! Shocked:
Went to the police station - the policeman on gate duty had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and directed us to the second door, "that is the store room, knock on the door and a man will come and take you to the third door..."
So, we went to the second door and sure enough a young police officer emerged and led us to the third door - unlocked the office and led us inside. This was the shredder office! scared2:
He sits down behind the desk and we explain the situation with the shotgun and hand him the form we got from the same office the last time we were there. The police officer had filled out all the details of both parties and the gun in longhand and left a space with two crosses where we would eventually have to sign... he says, "Is this all you have got...?"
With a flourish we bring out the completed form we (eventually) got from the tax office, the form which I got the police to sign at Pissouri and the form which Graeme's wife (eventually) got her Muchtar to sign for a 'fee' of €20...
He looks at all the forms and then hands back the first form (with the two crosses), and says, "you don't need that"... facepalm:
He then sits in silence shuffling the forms back and forth and checking stuff on his computer...
Eventually, he pulls a blank, green sheet of paper from the drawer - it is a gun licence!.
He pops it into his laser printer, presses print and... The printer jams! Banghead
I couldn't believe it, so near yet so far... cry:
He then opened the back of the printer and pulled out a crumpled, half fused licence... straightened it out as best he could (most of the toner coming off)... punched holes in it and filed it in a ring binder after writing all the relevant details longhand into a ledger...
Then back to the printer, another green sheet and this time success - a licence is born. He signs it, stamps it and hey presto we are done! cloud9:
Oh, after giving him €60 of course for the 'transfer fee' for which no receipt was forthcoming... ::)
:thumbsup:
It's almost sad to see the saga end.
Has it tho??? scared2:
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It did happen! Shocked:
Went to the police station - the policeman on gate duty had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and directed us to the second door, "that is the store room, knock on the door and a man will come and take you to the third door..."
So, we went to the second door and sure enough a young police officer emerged and led us to the third door - unlocked the office and led us inside. This was the shredder office! scared2:
He sits down behind the desk and we explain the situation with the shotgun and hand him the form we got from the same office the last time we were there. The police officer had filled out all the details of both parties and the gun in longhand and left a space with two crosses where we would eventually have to sign... he says, "Is this all you have got...?"
With a flourish we bring out the completed form we (eventually) got from the tax office, the form which I got the police to sign at Pissouri and the form which Graeme's wife (eventually) got her Muchtar to sign for a 'fee' of €20...
He looks at all the forms and then hands back the first form (with the two crosses), and says, "you don't need that"... facepalm:
He then sits in silence shuffling the forms back and forth and checking stuff on his computer...
Eventually, he pulls a blank, green sheet of paper from the drawer - it is a gun licence!.
He pops it into his laser printer, presses print and... The printer jams! Banghead
I couldn't believe it, so near yet so far... cry:
He then opened the back of the printer and pulled out a crumpled, half fused licence... straightened it out as best he could (most of the toner coming off)... punched holes in it and filed it in a ring binder after writing all the relevant details longhand into a ledger...
Then back to the printer, another green sheet and this time success - a licence is born. He signs it, stamps it and hey presto we are done! cloud9:
Oh, after giving him €60 of course for the 'transfer fee' for which no receipt was forthcoming... ::)
:thumbsup:
It's almost sad to see the saga end.
Has it tho??? scared2:
Is that the 4am knock on the door scared2:
or the 6am wake up and it was all a dream scared2: ?