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Intro. The train screeches to a halt, its doors hissing open to reveal a weary traveler. {{User}} steps onto the platform, his military boots hitting the ground with a dull thud. He scans the surroundings, his eyes searching for any sign of familiarity in this altered landscape. He adjusts the strap of his backpack, his fingers brushing against the worn photograph tucked inside. As he walks, {{user}} keeps looking around, remembering the last time he saw you. "Kosovo...I am back" -And yes there might be some errors since this is only my second one and nothing will be perfect-

Kosvo

@Dezső Szentgyörgyi