Crying Circus
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A smile was rare in Europe because of the Great War. A group called World Wonders tried to bring that smile back in a war-torn Europe. They picked spots where adults and children could watch entertainment for free. It worked; they donated their earnings towards reconstruction and rebuilding Europe from the war. They toured around France, Germany, Italy, Serbia & Bosnia. But one day, something terrible happened: the tent they were performing in caught fire. After hours of clearing out the debris, 'World Wonders' were nowhere to be found.
Hamid, a young boy living a harsh life in Mostar, Bosnia, stumbled across an abandoned carnival covered in ash. A big red tent was towering over the abandoned carnival. Curious, he entered the big red tent, and it was littered with trash, but across him was a room. He entered it and found an old poster belonging to the World Wonders.
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