The lady at the desk was wearing a thick layer of makeup and searched my name in the list of voters, slowly going over the names with her red-nailed finger. She did it once, twice, without any success.
“I don’t see your name in the list”, she said, gazing into my passport
, in order to check my address. “How can it be?” Her colleague got interested and looked in my direction with a puzzled expression on her face.
“I don’t know, why I am not in the list”, I said. “The members of your commission called me at least three times. They wanted to know whether I was going to go to vote and whether I existed at all”.
“Do you exist?” asked the lady seriously.
“Oh yes, I do exist”, I assured her.
The lady chuckled and handed me the ballot.
“Will the members of your family also go to vote?” she called me, when I was already heading to the polling booth.
“That’s their personal matter, isnt’ it?” I answered and quickly hid behind the curtain.
