Joining millions of fellow Israelis I cast my ballot today in our national elections.
Secretly each voter chooses one little slip of paper to put in the envelope.
We have all these many lists to choose from.
The name and letter symbols for each party (sometimes even a party of one) were written in Hebrew, Arabic, and Russian.
Three officials checked my identity card, found my name on the official voter record, and handed me an envelope.
At the end one man was nice enough to take a picture for me, too.
Only one voter is allowed at a time inside his assigned polling station.
So long lines waited outside each of the five rooms inside the school.
At the gate of the school, representatives of the bigger parties had booths with pamphlets and a few giveaways.
There seemed to be a festive atmosphere in town--most people did not have to work, neighbors greeted one another, and every citizen was proud to cast his vote and to live in a democracy where elections go smoothly.
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