P-Politics
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
IN the polling booth I was suddenly struck: there, I was alone, one vote among millions, one speck in the flow of 170 million human beings, probably fragments of whispers that will never be heard. These are the general elections: my status—a number.
In that confined space, I spent a few minutes looking at the sheets of paper I had been given. A row of pictures. A lot of names, 99 percent of which I did not know. And if there were any I knew, t
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