TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE...

In line to vote, old and elderly people, pregnant ones. No water to drink, just complaints from people in line. The Leftists rejoice and so do the Rightists. No one knows what’s really gonna happen. The sensation is that I was born in the wrong country and in the wrong place. People, consciously, illiterate. They seem to like their ignorance. The scorching sun on people’s backs help make them more and more nervous and impatient for so much wait.

‘The Brazilian way” soon appears in the form of a mother holding a 3-year-old boy in her arms. She asks for permission to vote before the others and before much older people than her. She is able to vote no matter how much complaint came from people behind the line.

I finally get the chance to vote for my candidates ‘to power’: 'The fat cows and their udders’ from which those people love to be fed financially. But that’s ok since it happens all over the world. But I find solace by thinking I would never have the courage to steal a single penny from the ones who voted for me, if I were a candidate. Honesty taught by my daddy. I leave the voting place wishing to drink urgently some cold water and I ran to the next open bakery available. 

Anyway, I still love this country no matter how corrupt, how much ‘monkey business’ it does, no matter how much payola is practiced in sunlight!