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Click hereMy mood sometimes shifts
in and out of gear
like a Yugo with a bad transmission.
Not that they ever made a good one.
Right now, it's idling
and I'm headed down some kind of hill
in a fog so dense
I can't tell how far it is to bottom.
For all I know,
the road's washed out ahead,
and I'll find if this car floats
in the drift of the serene Miljacka,
though the rusted hole in the floorboard says,
mildly, "Oh, probably not,"
in its dry and practical Bosnian.
Still, I thank the ghosts
of Stalin and of Tito
for ordering all Zastavas bled
To the Glory of the Revolution.
So much so that I am well comforted
to see how my sweet vessel trails fluid even now.
Hang on, Franz and Sophie!
Let's hope some wise, judicial brake
don't fail us,
don't fail us,
don't fail us, any. Anyhow.
I remember the Sarajevo Olympics and what happened there later makes me year up even today. What an incredible tragedy ...
Made me feel the well done, even after decades of use they're shiny as new, springs of the car seat with the stuffing long, already after some years of half the country being co-drivers, gone.
I listened to the flutter of the brother nation made sticky tape surrounding the rifty fuel line marking the route, just in case the map is a liar.
No understanding of the man on the radio but who cares as long as every other passenger laughs.
Don't you love travelogues from Wild Europe too?
from you. Tz, you never disappoint, I was thrilled to see you finally got the E that you have deserved many times before.
Keep up the awesome work!!