Lithuania

My story starts with a letter I read

From my great uncle Pavilas and this is what it said, he said

Come to your homeland, the place you've never seen

You'll find the birds here sing and the grass is green

We have bells in steeples and the people all believe

If you come to Lithuania, you will never want to leave

So I decided that my father and I

Would set a course east and take to the sky

But when the day came and our plane landed down

We saw none of the things that Pavilas had told us of the town