A young woman next to me stares at the screen with her eyes open. and voted for Hillary. She says almost apologetically. What is happening now is "unbelievable". She doesn't know that she is using Trump's favorite word.
Shortly after midnight, a rumor spread that the election winner would enter the building through the back entrance. A crowd of journalists, fans, hotel guests and a few fans immediately positioned indonesia rcs data themselves in front of the door, which was cordoned off by six police officers. Nervousness mixed with tiredness. One of the ball guests, a stocky man with a moustache - a Texan type - wearing a "Make America Great" cap shouted: "You know, Mr. Trump is President." When none of those waiting responded, he repeated it. A television journalist asked him to say it a third time. "Mr. Trump is President!"
A shrill police siren sounds from outside. Then a policeman stands in front of the group, puffs himself up and says: "Trump is in the building". But nobody believes him. The business of truth is a difficult one in this election campaign right up to the end. People stand still and wait. But nothing happens. Until at some point - from the upper rooms - the hoarse voice of the new president can be heard. "Trump, Trump", shout three overexcited women in red dresses and stare at the escalator that leads up. In their hands is a large sign: "Hispanics for Trump". Another Trump supporter vomits. He has put his head over a waste basket until his girlfriend drags him into the neighboring toilet. Euphoria - or just the alcohol.