Trafika Europe 1 - Northern Idyll
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I look. I see. I see a blue field. Like in the morning when

Mama comes into the room and the chestnut tree in the

yard is full of leaves. Suddenly houses aren’t running.

People aren’t running either.

Karlo says we’ve arrived and that Lucija lives in that house.

I look through the window. They don’t see me. No one is

looking at me. Karlo opens the door. He takes my hand.

Come, Ballerina, he says. I’m standing in front of a tall

house. I can’t see the roof, there are no chestnut trees, there

is no yard. Mama takes my hand. Let’s go, Ballerina, she


Karlo opens a large door. He says it’s made of iron. Let’s see

first if Srečko is home, he says. We go through the door.

Mama is holding my hand. There’s no light. I can only see it

far away, the light. Then we walk on, toward the light. Karlo

knocks on the first door. There is no light here. I see Srečko

in the doorway. Suddenly the door is open and Srečko

stands in front of us. I look at him. He says nothing. Then

he says she died. He cries. We follow him. I look at the

room. It’s a big room. At one end I see two beds. A window

on the other side. High up. You can’t see through it. Below

the window there is a washbasin, a closet and a chair.

Srečko is sitting on the chair. Karlo, Mama and I are sitting

on the bed. Srečko is talking. I look at him and listen.