Stepping into the polling station was like walking into dickensian world of men in suits, quil pens, ledgers and long lists of names.
Using the rickety wooden "booth", with its grubby pencil tied up with a length of string, reminded me how the recent election in Afghanistan looked. I expected them to daub my finger in ink so I couldnt vote again.
Come on, this is 2010, we can do better than this surely.
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