We waited in line, intimidated and silent, words had a cost, and we were paupers. A starving, ailing, beggarly country had waited for months to remove them from power. Overhead, the sun was scotching, but the mood in the booths was like a laundry day on the dreariest day of winter. We sat on our ageing couches as the results slowly trickled in, and our disbelieving stares had a thousand yards in them.

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