I discuss in my book a few instances of petty corruption that I observed in Estonia in 1992, including [in chapter 8:] a deal to reclaim a confiscated drivers license by bribing a policeman with a gift of cognac and roses.
But this sort of corruption was the exception rather than the rule, and it struck me as a vestige of the Soviet survival toolkit rather than anything deeply rooted in Estonian culture. In 1992 and in the succeeding five years that I lived in the country, I found that most...
Published on November 17, 2009 10:57