Just last four weeks, you may vote or vote or what language variant can now do it on. What a respon

Just last four weeks, you may vote or vote or what language variant can now do it on. What a responsibility! Which burdensome, oppressive, absolute and inalienable should! Will you stand in the polling station and sweat behind the municipal veil in all your anonymity? Are you going to tremble slightly on your fingers as you let them glide over the piles of ballots, as to feel any bristled at least against? the knot Will you quiver with excitement when you find it, let his eyes slide down the sheet and read the names of randomly selected the knot candidates loud to yourself, 5th Cecilia Crow Bottom, 19 Tore Hampshire Seats, do not you really recognize the names? Klinger the knot is not safe, upright and - infinity right? 8, has not he same last name as a cousin of yours? Is it him? Wow, the world is small. the knot No wait, it was Fetmark, not Futmark. Construction can not devoutly my humming the quiet party of yes we love inside you, as you fold the ballot, corner to corner, and place it in its very preliminary home, do not you a little too hard when you pull the curtain from but going the wrong end where it is jammed, and some cough neighboring booth, it is not possible to maintain a somewhat solemn atmosphere at the polling station, you need barely pulling on the other end of the curtain the knot before it slips up and sail into the wall, scared shoulder , you hear a heavy sigh behind you as you go out and concentrate on going with worthy step and erect figure out the ballot box asks you not yourself the knot if it looks a bit more than normal out? Fair enough that we have so insignificant amounts of corruption in this country, but therefore all the official things look as if they are purchased at obsen? Will it not to wash up, when there are only three in the queue in front of you, sort of lower back along the spine, over the crown and down beyond the knot the temples, a question that warms your cheeks, remember to take proper ballot? Leave it at all in the envelope? Or it may have fallen down and sliding flown into the hawk to the neighbor, he is now and chuckles to himself, that's what I thought, it's just like the people who vote that way, does not he? You know the envelope. If you stand too close to the queue? You can not be too loose either, as it forms only a jumble of small and unorganized side queues where people the knot stand and scowl at each other because no one knows if they even came before the other Koara flows. Invading someone's privacy when you are so close that you could have lowered his chin, as it had been on the shoulder of the person in front, as imperceptibly and suddenly occurring hug, really added up to the actual queue discipline, now it is soon over, is you satisfied? It's a secret ballot.
It slipped away not. No, you did everything correctly, you watched the debates, you read all party programs you meant to be taken seriously, the knot you gathered information and processed it, you heard the news on the radio every morning, you asked tough questions to the people who handed out leaflets on the street , you had a critical and reflective attitude to which of the myriad of headlines you should click on, here were the strokes taken over the belt, here would no shortcuts taken, but neither should it lapse to waste time on trivialities, for which responsibility! What supernatural series of events that led up to that now you can transport the knot your anonymous envelope from your local enclosure for your general urn! Which amounts of blood, the knot tears and other secretions which has run out of future flood to bring you to this day! Which view of justice representational peaks, but also - what grotesque the knot shades of gray that reportedly comes over distant mountains masses! There are so many shades of gray? Blue-gray, green, gray, grågrått, grugrått, they get rolling, the knot distance does not seem to be smaller, but tipping forward, you let them fall over and crawl down along a white painted birch to the ballot box, in a costume of freshly sanded bjerkefinér, are immediately next to your one arm, lifting it up and snaps envelope with a whistle theatrical gesture up in the ballot box, as if you wanted to make the two smiling election officials that you knew exactly where the envelope should be placed and therefore did not need a second thinking time in confrontation the knot with it, they press on each button on your keyboard and you do not feel incomparably relieved? Not all the meticulous preparations, the laborious position on the most demanding issues, and the principled endurance the knot achievements of the silliest debate program finally got culminate in their most natural, condensed highlight, an envelope bearing ceremony in a gymnasium? But as you raise the mouth of a dutiful the knot smile against officials with ID card dangling helplessly into thin strings, you do not think that it is precisely this informal ceremony, that your unique anonymity, the municipal-government-scenes effortless and complete normality, which imparts the knot all scene it