The Carnival is Over! Theme for Chapter One: Welcome to the Circus! It was the early fall of 1938. I remember this event well...Of course, how couldn't I? That was many years ago. I had enjoyed a lazy warm summer in the American west. Just wandering around the city of Boise, doing what any normal teen my age would have done. Though there was one thing that did always haunt me…. My family had left Spain in 1936, due to the war with Franco. My father was an intellectual and knew that it was best to leave before things got worse. The United States was very unwelcoming to immigrants in those days, though we had connections to help us here. I remember the fighting between the International Brigades and the Fascists in Madrid...I will admit that I was scared. How couldn't you be? There were bullets flying everywhere... But that's an entirely different story. My family now lived in Boise, Idaho, just my father, grandfather, and myself. My elder sister moved to Paris, since she had the funds to do so. I am envious of her luck. I’ve always wanted to see the Eiffel Tower. Anyways. My father decided to take me out on just a father and daughter day out. We hadn’t gone on in ages. We were going to the Travelling Carnival!