Berlin and beyond: Virgin voter

They say you never forget your first time. And they might be right. After weeks of looking around for the right person, checking their credentials, wondering whether everything would fall into place to make sure it really happened for me and imagining what it would feel like when it did… the big day finally arrived.

Crossing the threshold of the building where I was to become one among millions who had undergone this rite of passage before me, my mood was a mix of excitement and anticipation. Slipping into one of two purpose erected unceremonious wooden booths, I did what I was there to do. Read on… or listen…

Category: Writing

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