dawn of 18.30 and finished scrutinizing this experience. Not the first, even the last hope. Since I started quite a few 'years ago, I have always had a certain effect on the thinking of being part of the organizational machine what are the polls: they depend on the correctness of the final data. But the two days preceding the preparation of the electoral boards and on Saturday, waiting voters on Sunday and Monday, is part of a world that until you try it you can not understand. It feels all united, with strange cases and hours of monotony. The percentage of voters to pass the time, and the thousand counts per make ends meet. A world of endless bureaucracy and details, which I like to discover from time to time: from the registers to envelopes. And then the tension of counting with the representatives of the list that they put you breathing down our necks, not to mention put municipal. With some fear of failure count, check for everyone to come back. And then, when everything is closed in envelopes ready for the municipality, greets you, and come home dead tired, waiting to see final results, knowing that there in the middle there is also the card that I counted I!
Paola
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