The borders seem to have dissolved by now, the trees bounding into Serbia. The woman next to you told you this country was like ours two decades ago. (It seems not so.) You wonder if the world would do the same to history, the things it did to your family.
Killed and left forgot. (You will remember.)
The countries in Europe blend together in beige, the stained glass cathedrals look the same and slowly fade. You barely notice when the train pulls into Germany. ‘You’
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