Voting day

It was supposed to be a clever decision. Handing in my vote at a pre-polling location was supposed to make a useless exercise short and painless. It was neither short nor painless but a test of endurance and tolerance. The crowd was amazing and peaceful. They would accept with a well-trained stoicism that - like in traffic - some citizens would not bother to stand in line but find ways to make their ways to the front and be proud of it. And if I needed a reminder for the very reason why I was waiting for half an hour in the queue the T-shirt of a random guy in front of me made sure I would not forget...

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