My great uncle Morris Christie once had a tooth ache.
It was World War Two and Morris was a South African prisoner of war in Poland.
He was working in a coal mine and he needed someone to look at his tooth.
But medical care in wartime Poland wasn’t free.
“I had to go and see the German dentist and was told to bring a slab of chocolate,” he told me.
“You see, we use to get chocolate in our Red Cross parcels. The local population never saw the stuff”.
At the door uncle Morris handed the dentist’s assistant the bar of chocolate.
The German dentist took one look at my uncle and asked him what he wanted.
“I said I want you to look at my tooth. He says No no, what do you want.”
Morris pointed to his tooth.
“What do you want, the dentist asks me again. I said my tooth.”
“No, no, do you want fraulein I have got women”.
The dentist had a job on the sideline, or was it the pimp was moonlighting.
My uncle never said if he got that tooth sorted out.