It did happen!
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!
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"...
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!
I couldn't believe it, so near yet so far...
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!
Oh, after giving him €60 of course for the 'transfer fee' for which no receipt was forthcoming...
