Brit in Greece.
Greeks have a totally different queueing system. Rather than everyone waiting in an orderly line, locals, old people, disabled and those with young children will be sent straight to the front. When I first arrived I was horrified at all the pushing in, but now much prefer this to the British system of 'first come first served' even if a person at the back is struggling.
People are far more likely to deal with emergencies themselves than wait for the proper authorities. When a fire happened in a building on my street, the locals found ladders, hoses and buckets and had rescued the occupants and put the fire out before the fire engine arrived. After a bad car crash where leaking oil turned the road into a slip and slide, a local sent a bunch of kids to go and bring handfuls of dirt to spread over the road.
Processed food is eye wateringly expensive, but fresh, organic produce from the local market costs pennies.
Old people are respected and can walk down the street any time of night without fear.
Gangs of teenagers are not intimidating.
No class system, you often see politicians eating in local tavernas, talking with their mouth full and calling everyone 'malaka'.
Attempting to get any kind of formal document such as a passport or id card involves a wild goose chase around several different offices and possible even across country if you lived in a different town at some point.
People can be extremely poor even though they own their own house, land and several shops.