Hi Eli,

I voted right here on my kitchen table in Basel, Switzerland. I don’t know what was more exciting: marking Obama for president or No on Prop 8. My fingers are still shaking even as I type this. All my flatmates wanted to touch the ballot, as if touching it would make it even more real. They passed it around with the fragility of a rose petal, held it up to the light, smelled it. We were all derailed by the sanctity of the moment. When I finally mailed it in the big yellow “Die Post” box at the central station, I couldn’t help but point it out to all the passing strangers. Of course some looked at me like a raving lunatic, but some looked at me with the fear that I had voted for McCain. They would ask, “did you vote for …?” and let it trail off instead of putting real words to their imagined fears.

SwissMiss

Keep ‘em coming.