The job is done - for now!

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My feeling just now is - emptiness!

For the last couple of weeks, I have been working for the Bernie Sanders campaign leading up to the New Hampshire primary.

The Bernie Brigade is known for its enthusiasm and vigor - and we, the scores of volunteers, have been  canvassing the neighborhoods in and around the snow-filled capital of Concord.

Now - the election is over! Our candidate won. Last night we partied - and this morning all the candidates, the reporters, the satellite uplink trucks, and all my Bernie Bros have left town - bound for the upcoming primaries in Nevada, South Carolina, and beyond.

As I walked the streets this morning, I felt like the only guy left and now I wait for my bus to Boston and the flight back home.

I sit, thinking back on some fantastic days filled with laughter, camaraderie, hard work, and a lot of sludge and huge snowdrifts to cross before you reached  the doors to knock.


When I volunteered for the Bernie Sanders campaign, it was not a choice of reason.

The US might not be ready for a self-declared socialist as president, but on the other hand: How many times have common sense and pundits not been wrong?

As I have heard it said: If everyone votes for the person that inspires them the most, that candidate will be the person who inspires the most people!

And - coming from Denmark, many of the Bernie Sanders policies seem absolutely mainstream.

Whenever I knocked on doors I could, as a Dane, bear witness to the fact that it IS possible for a society to offer tuition-free college and you CAN achieve high-quality universal health care to each and every citizen while using half as much per capita as the US.

Most people I met actually thought it was nice that a guy had been traveling half-way across the globe to canvas. I only encountered a handful of people, where I felt a little bit threatened.

Did my stump speeches swing any voters? I don't know, but the last few days have certainly given ME a swing. This has been a truly great experience.

 

 

 

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