Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
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has gone to the barber’s, says Mama, because Albert

from Australia is coming today. She’s combing my hair. She

has dressed me in a pink dress with a bow, the one I wore

for my birthday, once in the past. I know that that was

then. Ivan was still here and said to me, Happy Birthday,

Ballerina, and he gave me a bunch of flowers. I looked

down at him because he was little and his ears stuck out.

Mama’s hair is nicely combed, too, and she’s wearing her

party dress with the nice, starched collar. Karlo went to

Venice airport with his car that isn’t his. Mama said that

Karlo is going to pick up Albert at the airport, when I stood

at the window and everything was blue, even the yard was

blue as I watched Karlo leave.

They’ll be here any moment now, says Mama, looking

through the window at the yard. I’m standing by the door,

looking at her. She’s looking through the window, walking

up and down, up and down. Then she says: Josipina is here

I see her. She’s crossing the yard, coming into the hall, then

the kitchen.

Srečko is coming, too, says Mama to Josipina.

Good, says Josipina, taking her shoes off. She say’s they’re

too tight because they’re new. I look at her. She’s sitting at

the table, rubbing her toes.