the rainy day of Balkan,
cloudy weather and most of car passed away,
passing people spitt out swears to me,
only one car stopped and picked me but, I ended up being called pollice at border of Serbia to Bosinia.
No reason
Don't know why.
Rainy day at border town at Bosnia and Serbia, it was pounding and I ended up staying up under the earves.
Young kids get around and talked to me,
where are you going?
"Sarajevo"
The town made of Serb, and they goes
"don't go" with overbearing voice
eager and hated, their mind is still same as 10years ago and it coming back again and again.
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