At 4:00 am, the day begins, fireworks wake me up, I get distressed by the noise, again abuse who has the power, it overflows in my city , and in order to intimidate, tired and demoralized, I was up at dawn, only to have constant back my candidate will give a beating.
This time there is "Diana" in my neighborhood, I was saved this year.
After a quick breakfast at the bakery: Cachitos, a corn beer and a coffee for "my amorcia" I leave in my car, I have to cross the city as I exercise my vote at a polling place in another municipality, is never I changed it, basically because I like the polling place where voting and because I'm afraid that the CNE me disappear, or I get to vote in a city that can not go.
In Venezuela, voting has become a matter of high-tech machines have touch screens that allow you to confirm the vote and exercise, in my municipality are elected 10 charges on this occasion, Governor of State, Mayor, Mayor of Legal Spawn is the Metropolitan District of Caracas, and legislators of all these territories. This country is federal even if they hide it very well.
you make your fingerprint in the fingerprint unit, equal to the gringos in immigration elctoral spend at the table, her heart, you give up the chest, you look in the book, for a second you "shit" and say: What if I appear? , but hey, if you go, signatures your mark again, this time in ink, and pa inside.
front of the machine you feel as if you were to mess up at the ATM most important in your life, your heart beats hard, pure emotion, mark your thing, do not leave the one you want, redial, now, that is .. ., The machine asks you CONFIRM?, Very democratic, so confirm and vote, just this thing spits out a slip for a second think you're going to say how much you have left in your account, and expect it to be more than remember, but of course, that's your imagination, what it says is that people voted for one.
You put your note in the box, I spotted the little finger in indelible blue ink (like the one pictured on this post), and READY, that's vote in Venezuela .
Once you vote you go for your home, turn on the TV and starts viacrucis en pro de obtener información, los venezolanos, en vez de dar y recibir proyecciones de cómo va la cosa en los 22 Estados, qué candidatos se ven más favorecidos por las “encuestas a boca de urna”, en vez de que los canales de TV nos pongan esos gráficos magníficos que hemos visto en otras latitudes, nos vemos obligados a desarrollar un 6to sentido, de modo de ver en el gesto pequeño, en la mirada hacia abajo, en lo que llamamos el ”carómetro”, nuestra proyección personal, ¡Ves ese tipo perdió!, no le ves la cara, está como arrecho……. Mira…. Que vá, se está riedo mucho, ese ya sabe que ganó …. And so we guess what will happen, always full of doubts whether the government this time we will cheat again, and plugging soles in the same little finger stained with blue we indelible.
Then when you hold no more, you get online and see who says BBC, CNN says, it says Caracol of Colombia. Damn .... Nobody says anything ... .. and the CNE not allow anyone to publish any figures until they take the first newsletter, so you look under to find not necessarily reliable sources. This time
swarmed the Blog with results of all kinds, a winner gave up a Roberto Smith the State Vargas, where the truth was that he was beaten, others said it earned Miranda the PSUV, when the happy truth is that he wanted to win won, and so goes the afternoon, every minute more tense than the previous .
Voting closes at 4 pm, there are always places at 10 pm People still vote, and it is not until 12 o'clock at night past the CNE deigns to give preliminary results, just when We are totally crushed, and defeated morally.
Year after year, we have been subjected to the same tension, the same amount of frustration, the same helplessness and the same misinformation inclement waiting long hours, without which individuals can give our projections publicly, is a kind of "loop" to infinity, like in the movie one in which a reporter has to go to cover the output of a beaver guy you tells how will the winter, and a gimmick, sure Chavez, the guy goes up every day and the situation is exactly like the previous day forever, well our annual frequency is not daily, and yet is terrifying.
electoral experience in Venezuela, has become a little excessive, however, claimed the vote as the ultimate democratic tool I'm willing to lose , and it is her that has achieved almost everything in this country, for 50 years uninterrupted, I am not willing to leave to use or lose.
I'm ready to rest one year, and go to the same, one Sunday in November or December 2009.
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