Sure, there were some bad points, like when we followed the Gypsies back to their patch of free grass in between the barns, started a fire in the open field at “their” place, let us get drunk and pulled out a comfy mattress with king’s pillow and blanket by the roasting fire, cause they knew I love just that, only so that I would wake up in the morning to find my pockets completely emptied and laid spread out before me. Fortunately, they only took my crappy phone and an acceptable portion of cash from my wallet. There are good and bad people everywhere, but in the special pockets, I found these people the warmest, trusting and most generous that I have met anywhere.

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