The Traveling Circus

The Traveling Circus — page 5
making the whole thing up No one could read that squished-spider writing Dear Friends she read We are waiting for your visit There’s plenty of room for everyone We’ll take you to Vrgada the island where Gordana was born Meanwhile here’s a picture of Krk She sends her love and so do I Fred Who’s Fred Max asked And who’s Gordana I said They’re old friends of ours my father said From a long time ago They used to live in Yugoslavia my mother explained But the country doesn’t exist anymore If a country stops existing where does it go Does it just drop off the map Or does the sea swallow it up like the lost continent of Atlantis And where do the people go Do they escape in boats or on foot Or do they wake up one morning and find out that they’re living in a new country with new food and different houses Where do they live now I asked After the war in Yugoslavia said my father sounding just like my hundred-year-old history teacher the country split into five new countries One of them is Croatia That’s where Fred and Gordana live now