wahltag
Election day. Federal election, Berlin election and a referendum, all on the same Sunday, plus the marathon running through half the city, because why not.
My polling station ran out of ballots. I queued for two hours behind a man who explained the entire history of Hertha BSC to his son, who did not ask. People were still voting after the first projections were on TV.
Somebody brought a thermos of coffee and started handing out cups to strangers in the line.
Anyway. I voted. My feet hurt.