To get my work permit for Boratistan I had to get health checks done. The visa fixer is a poison dwarf named Horrid. Horrid took the Manxman to the Ministry to get his work permit. Horrid was shocked to find that the Ministry had just changed its mind. Foreigners now need blood tests to work here. I got a health cert for 40 pounds here. The doctor did not even see me. He or she just signed it. Supposing I dropped dead from an easily diagnosable condition – would they be struck off? They could bribe their way out of it. It does not inspire confidence in their health system.
Anyhow, Beastie has told us we have to pay for these blood tests ourselves. That health cert I got is no longer good enough. The Council of Ministers says that foreigners have been bringing diseases in. We have to be tested for HIV, Hep B, Hep C, Yellow fever, plague etc… The psychology tests involves drawing pictures. If my picture is of flying a plane into a skyscraper then questions may be asked.
Anyhow, we drove off in taxis. I told horrid I would be be shelling out for this. Who told you you would pay for it? I said that we have to pay for the health tests!
Anyhow in the end I paid not a groat for the taxi. We drive through the muddy streets of Oiltown. They have all the money in the world to splash out on stadia but they do not pave roads. There are massive pot holes. Many streets have no street lamps. There are no pavements and gutters so when it rains one walkes in the water.
We got to the forst clinci. It was a state one. We had to show our passports to get in. The gaurd noted down all the particulars which took ages. Then we were pointed towards a grey and dingey single storey building. The places was run down and dusty. A cat was in a waiting room. I am not joking. The first law of hygiene is no animals!
We waited in a grim corridor. I saw some other foreigners and spoke to them.
A sexy young American came alomng with a Russian girl of about my age. The Rusky was not bad looking either.
Finally it came for my turn. I saw on chair and had them take blood from my left arm. I tried to think of pleasant things like my children, a beach or something. Not sex though! I looked at the green tiles on the wall – the only clean thing around. The tiles were so shiny I could see the reflection of the woman putting the needle in.
I felt faint when I got out. They had no put a bandage ion the wound. I felt a little dizzy – lacking oxugen. I find blood tests scray. I hate the sight of blood. I could never be a killer. I had to sit on a chair.
We went to a second hospital – the republic one. It was largey and stately. The inside was quite smart but very busy. Mnay oldish folks sat about. Did they all think they had HIV.? Maybe they were wsingers. I ahd my blood taken easily enough.
Later we drove through the broken streets to another clinic. It was in some little courtyard area – the buildings faced each other to form a hollow suare. Some gnalred trees were around. The building was especially grim and grey. In we went. The interiro belied the unpromising exterior. It was white and limpid.
We sat around the area exchanging ribald jokes. My South Efriakn colleagues impressed me with her filthy humour.
It came time to have my blood drawn. They took it from my right and I found it less traumatic. It was tiny amount through. Why not take a decent amount and do all the tests at once. Can they not tell it all from one drop.
I wenr to the loo. No paper in the pan – in a bin. I saw shit smeared paper in there. The place stank. No loos sleodm smell good but this was horrible. That is not what one expects in a hospital. Later I saw a cat in the corridor. So it was little better than the origianl one. That is this land – all for show. The things that matter are crap though.
These people are so dman stupid. What is their mentality? They do not solve problems? They cheat and bribe all the time. I like a bit of bribery. Cna they not see that corruption is a cancer? Eventually one has total idiots doing crucal jobs like ebign doctors? It is hard to pass the right way. If one does not bribe one will be failed. No one trusts their qualifications least of all Boratis. They know better than anyone what bullshit their qualifcations are.
A barmaid told me she registered her little children for school and the headmistress demanded 100 pounds for each child. Totally illegal 0 it was a state school. The woman earns 5 pounds a day. She will have to bribe all through their schooling.
It is all about moeny and connectios ehre. People claim that about the British Isles but here is different. In the British Isles qualifcations cannot be bought. Bribery in public office is all but unknown. Such money that was paid was paid to parties not individuals.
People are employed because of who their family is. That means one cannot sack a relative. So idleness, stupidity, failure, dishonesty and incivility are tolerated and even rewarded. If I had to invent a system to encouraged underachievement it would be this. They have a very extended notion of family – 2nd cousins and relatives through marriage. They do not employ on the basis of merit so much.
This is not a rechtstaat. Things are not done on a rational basis. They do not solve small problems – they let them deteriorate. ALl the money and effort is put into vanity projects. They do not get the basics right. It is overly centralised. Trivial decisions are referred up to the supreme authority. The supremo has too much on his desk and never gets around to the small stuff so minor issues are not cleared up and just fester.
Schools reports and marks seem to be honest – so far.
We will fight not to pay for our medical tests. Down woith the Dragon Lady! Our contract says all visa costs are born by the company.