Hating the sound of the alarm, I open one eye and then the other ... I turn off the machine and blessed glide lazily back to sleep. But while yawning remember that the reason to rise early was very important so a jump (which left me dizzy) entered the shower, I change clothes and travel to the train station. After nearly three hours away and destroying two maps, ask 4 people and cursing my luck finally came to my destination: the Embassy of Peru in Miami. Activity
following arrows, hit the third floor, and find that they were just opening the enclosure. Happy waiting in the queue while telling anyone who was close to me my reason for being there. When it's my turn to go greetings to everyone at the reception, happy to be in almost Peruvian soil, and say with excitement, I'm going to take my ID! In the the receptionist says, um ... how old are you? 16? I opened my eyes over the river, making it the second receptionist say, 15??
rather take the mess of the ages as a compliment and tell them calmly that I have 22, and I'm ready to have my identity Peru for the first time. I do go then to the second room where a screen announces that it is my turn, I approach the window number 4 and excitedly tell him I want my ID. The man who took care of me says you have to be older, to which I say that I have 22. Then I asked my papers, birth certificate, $ 7, 2 photos and send my address for DNI. Mr. distilling a bell was not happy, but I do, so while filling the formulas I had all my life and added that I was dying to get my ID to vote in the upcoming presidential elections in the country. Mr. (note that at that time that if I was hearing) told me I could not vote because I should have recorded a week earlier. I think my expression gave him grief because they hasten to say that anyway no good candidates, and that next time if I can vote.
after I left him a thousand questions, and make sure there was no way humanly possible to make me able to vote in elections. I ate a sausage in the cafeteria of the embassy and went on my way ... but not before telling those in the cafeteria at my uncle's ID (which were Peruvian too) and they told me the thrill of voting is to be young, but already I will happen when I come poll after poll.
I thought back to my house, unable to believe that you wait for 22 years my first presidential vote and a week late I missed it. Perhaps it's no big pod for many, but I always wanted to vote, knowing that my opinion counted, and that my candidate had received my support for good and bad.
So in April not to vote, at least for the surveys that the candidate who definitely do not favor leaving no choice, and that's something, right? All my friends are going to vote for the first time! All my generation will have its first election! I really stay as in past years to be glued to the news awaiting final resolution of the town, which once again will not be involved ... at least not be guilty, right?
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