"Mappamundi" by Angelisa Fontaine-Wood
Mappamundi by Angelisa Fontaine-Wood Content warnings: graphic wartime violence and implied torture, death of friends and strangers, hateful language directed at ethnic groups, mental illness Srđan never asked for directions, even wandering the halls of his own university. It was an open secret. Thus, Georgia slipped the 1900 Pilgrim’s Guide to Rome into his coat pocket with a wink and a congratulatory nod at his celebration dinner. He chuckled along—one jubilee year to another exactly a century later. He even feigned taking careful note of the price difference between a cab ride with one horse or two. He just as carefully avoided its foldout plans, which dizzied him already. For part of the joke lay in the fact that Georgia navigated the world by the cardinal directions indicated by sunrise and sunset, and she always got them where they needed to go, in contrast to his notorious disorientation. Still, Srđan made it through four airports and two layovers—only barely missing one...