The man who'd paid his dues for a year — and stood outside the door
A man joined a members' club at the start of the year. He paid the fee, every month, without fail. And every month he arrived at the door, was asked for his card, and — having never been sent one — was politely turned back onto the step. He could see the fire, the good chairs, the people already inside. He simply had no way to prove he belonged among them.
It wasn't that the club didn't want him. He'd paid; his place was there waiting. What he lacked was the small laminated thing that says, at a glance, «this one's in.» The day someone finally handed him his card, nothing about his standing changed — it had been true all along. But the door opened, the porter nodded, and the chair by the fire was, at last, his to sit in.
Belonging and being able to prove it are two different things. He'd had the first for a year. He only needed the second.
The tarjeta sanitaria is that card. If you're entitled — through your work, your residence or a reciprocal arrangement — the system is already yours. What stands between you and the doctor's chair is proving it, cleanly, to the right counter. Get the card in your hand and the door simply opens.

