On the occasion of the election of the National Council, Vorarlberg writer Robert Schneider recalls the time of his youth, when going to the polls was still an almost festive act.
As a boy, election Sundays always remain strange memories for me. Whether it was municipal elections, state parliaments, national council elections or federal presidential elections. On those Sundays there was a strangely subdued atmosphere in our village. This was evident from the fact that the men who gathered in front of the church porch for mass did not greet each other with rude remarks or jokes, as usual, but immediately shuffled into the pew with deadly serious faces and sat down in the church. Silence. The women anyway. But they did, even though it wasn’t election Sunday. It seemed to me as if everyone was harboring a big secret that they didn’t want to reveal under any circumstances. And you weren’t even allowed to look at it. There was something incredibly important, something devious, in the air, but I didn’t know what.
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