Serbovia
Establishing Nation
Port District
Belozersk
Republic of Zapadnoslavia
United States of Greater Serbovia
Matija didn't understand why one would build a house and then not live in it. It seemed like such a waste, but he didn't really mind. The house had walls and a roof, so even this time of the year it was a warm place to be, at least with a blanket around. And it provided shelter from bad people. He didn't understand those either. There were those bad people in green and blue who wanted to take him back to Carentania, and there were those others who wanted to hurt him. The others had warned him of that. These Serbovians were weird folk.
It hadn't been like this in Carentania. What little he remembered of the country was good, though for some reason dad hadn't liked it very much. Dad and his friends that Matija had once seen at the house. One day they'd left, and dad had told Matija that they would never be able to return home, eventually finding their way into this strange country. Mother must have still been in Carentania, for she'd left for whatever reason months before Matija and dad had left the country. Matija and dad had lived in Belozersk until one day big men in green - policemen or soldiers, maybe his dad had done something wrong - had come for dad, and Matija had been left alone.
Or not really. But it had been the same as loneliness to him. His father had also left, but Matija didn't know where, so an older woman had told him that he needed to go to an 'orphanage'. But Matija hadn't understood, after all he wasn't an orphan. His dad must have still been in Serbovia somewhere, and his mother awaited in Carentania. The orphanage place hadn't been a very nice one, because the other kids had been mean to him, so he'd left. Matija had gone home, but a strange family was now living there, so he'd found a new one for himself. He could find food too. His dad had always said that only 'commies', whatever they were, picked stuff up from trash cans. Those commies must have been pretty stupid since his dad had talked about them all the time, but Matija didn't see anything wrong with eating out of a dumpster. Why pay at a store when you could get the same stuff for free in the back?
These Serbovians and their money things were indeed odd. Though tired and aching after the day, voices from the street prompted him to get up, and when upright he saw from the glassless window a car turn from the street towards the long pier ahead of him. It was a fine car, one of those big black ones the rich people usually drove. Matija saw that a boat, a yacht even, had shown up at the end of the pier. They must have been rich people, though it was very quirky to go to a cruise this time of the night.
He remembered seeing boats and cars like these on TV, and he remembered dad talking about how well off the Serbovians were. Maybe he could go and ask them for money or food.
Then he saw what happened next. One of the three men who emerged from the big car started to run to his direction, the two others turning after him. Then there were two bangs, and finally a third one. The men were shouting curses before they lifted the third one up and threw him over the pier's side.
Now, Matija didn't feel like going out to beg from them.
Belozersk
Republic of Zapadnoslavia
United States of Greater Serbovia
Matija didn't understand why one would build a house and then not live in it. It seemed like such a waste, but he didn't really mind. The house had walls and a roof, so even this time of the year it was a warm place to be, at least with a blanket around. And it provided shelter from bad people. He didn't understand those either. There were those bad people in green and blue who wanted to take him back to Carentania, and there were those others who wanted to hurt him. The others had warned him of that. These Serbovians were weird folk.
It hadn't been like this in Carentania. What little he remembered of the country was good, though for some reason dad hadn't liked it very much. Dad and his friends that Matija had once seen at the house. One day they'd left, and dad had told Matija that they would never be able to return home, eventually finding their way into this strange country. Mother must have still been in Carentania, for she'd left for whatever reason months before Matija and dad had left the country. Matija and dad had lived in Belozersk until one day big men in green - policemen or soldiers, maybe his dad had done something wrong - had come for dad, and Matija had been left alone.
Or not really. But it had been the same as loneliness to him. His father had also left, but Matija didn't know where, so an older woman had told him that he needed to go to an 'orphanage'. But Matija hadn't understood, after all he wasn't an orphan. His dad must have still been in Serbovia somewhere, and his mother awaited in Carentania. The orphanage place hadn't been a very nice one, because the other kids had been mean to him, so he'd left. Matija had gone home, but a strange family was now living there, so he'd found a new one for himself. He could find food too. His dad had always said that only 'commies', whatever they were, picked stuff up from trash cans. Those commies must have been pretty stupid since his dad had talked about them all the time, but Matija didn't see anything wrong with eating out of a dumpster. Why pay at a store when you could get the same stuff for free in the back?
These Serbovians and their money things were indeed odd. Though tired and aching after the day, voices from the street prompted him to get up, and when upright he saw from the glassless window a car turn from the street towards the long pier ahead of him. It was a fine car, one of those big black ones the rich people usually drove. Matija saw that a boat, a yacht even, had shown up at the end of the pier. They must have been rich people, though it was very quirky to go to a cruise this time of the night.
He remembered seeing boats and cars like these on TV, and he remembered dad talking about how well off the Serbovians were. Maybe he could go and ask them for money or food.
Then he saw what happened next. One of the three men who emerged from the big car started to run to his direction, the two others turning after him. Then there were two bangs, and finally a third one. The men were shouting curses before they lifted the third one up and threw him over the pier's side.
Now, Matija didn't feel like going out to beg from them.