It's raining and Marta's staying home today, and I'm waiting for mama to return and stay with Marta while I go out.
So I've been thinking this: if I force myself to look at the pre-election circus as if I'm an outsider, from high above, sort of, and as someone who's not expected to vote, not expected to choose between so many God-knows-what's - then it all begins to feel very normal, amazingly decent and civilized.
Peaceful co-existence of all those competing parties, blocs, and their campaign booklets, posters, tents, flags and cheap-labor human representatives. No violence whatsoever, not even much verbal abuse (which doesn't count anyway). The electorate has a chance to make up their minds and pick up some free scarves, baloons and plastic bags.
We are way cool, and if the majority follows Les' Poderevyansky's principle and chooses more "noble" shit over less "noble" shit, then maybe by the time our children (or grandchildren) grow up, our "political elite" will evolve into something not to be too ashamed of... If I do end up voting for someone (Pora-PRP, most likely), and not against them all, this will be the reason.
Here're a few photos of peaceful co-existence: