In the southern part of a south Asia a country near a border that shall be nameless, stood a man and his young daughter the man’s daughter wished to attend the children’s party in the north beyond the wire fence and prowling dogs a green four terraced building sang the tune of pleasant times drifting across the sea of oppression.
There was a door and a smiling guard who held a note-book & let them through he instructed them that there was a children’s party on the third floor.
The father said “come little one we shall see what this is, you have nothing much to do this day and the snow is falling fast.”
Father and daughter opened the big black door and proceeded to climb the winding stairs nothing in the first room, just bare and cold with strange scratches upon the wall but there was laughter in the second room full of brightly dressed girls and boys but no food or music.
The father was in a hurry and so left the youngster among the rest, he went downstairs out and back over the border for a while as he turned back to the building he could see the outline of a bulky man with glasses
smiling.
The day moved on the father returned asked the guard with his little book to go north and to the big green house , the father entered slowly and climbed the cold stairs to the second room despair struck all the children were dead he panicked and
ran back down the stairs on his way through the door to the south he was stopped by the bulky man in grey coat and glasses, why screamed the father the bulky man turned smiled and uttered with a coldness, because we have no food.
