Limbos and another seven or eight Gypsies from Mocirla (“The Swamp”), on the outskirts of Romanian town Buhusi were at old Sava’s pub again last night, gathered around a 2 $ bottle of liqueur.
One of them had just come back from Italy: a very big guy, with a tight shirt, with a mean face, with expressionless, predatory eyes that looked you right in the brain. And they were celebrating this interlop’s return home. Then, another one came down from the hill, with clay on his head, dead tired. He had worked all day at sticking together a house with clay for 3 $. And with that 3 $, he bought everyone drinks: “Drink up guys, ‘cause now I have money!” The conversation that followed was hypothetical – although the most frequently pronounced word was “da burli” (fuck) – about what was better for a Gypsy: to steal and cash in big all at once or to work honestly for close to nothing?
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