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Mike,
Was this the guy? I went out with the officials who had the "mobile" ballot box - taking it into people's homes - so voters who were old or infirm could vote. This toothless guy, as soon as he dropped his ballot in the box, launched into a rousing rendition of, what I assumed, was some old patriotic song....(or - I don't know, maybe it was Hello Dolly!) Thing is, he wouldn't stop. We politely said our goodbyes, left his house, walked through his gate, over to the next house... we could still hear him singing.
Your story is great! Sounds like you were there during Soviet times? - unless you're still in your twenties! Wow! you were a pioneer. I'd love to hear more of your adventures. I live for these memories - they are priceless.
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