A Traveller’s Life

I used to go from one place to another

wandering the world

like I was my grandfather

He left Czechoslovakia

and travelled across Europe

for something better

or for leaving something bad behind

I don’t know much about it

but still he’s a part of me

I’m his granddaughter

and he taught me

on purpose or not

probably not

everything I knew for many years

about life on the road

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