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It is Friday evening. End of April. Somewhere in Bucharest.
Capital city of Romania. Country of the European Union since January 2007. I
like Bucharest because of the old flair you still can meet here. But I dislike
Bucharest more than I like it because a lot of other things.
Imagine you feel tired, hungry, a prolongued week-end for
four days expects you. You have no money to have a short trip somewhere up in
the mountains or to visit a different place abroad. You have some plans for
long sleeping, householding, learning for the exams you start next week and
some training for the next race. You have almost no food at home, so you have
to buy some stuff. Tomorrow? No way, too many people in the supermarkets, you
hate this. You never go shopping in week-end. So, you take your backpack and
some money and go to buy something. Your car is on the same spot since 7 months
and you still don't have the money to get it out from here and to use it. You
don’t ride because you intend to look for some larger deposit boxes. So, you
walk for one and half kilometer to the supermarket.
You feel calm, sad, tired. You go out from your place named
“home” and cross the boulevard. There is a bus station. It should be nice to
take a bus for four bus stations. It is 8.30 p.m. and have no idea how long is
open the supermarket. Still full day light. No reason to fear.
Nobody around. Only cars, a lot of cars running out from
Bucharest to Pitesti city. You stop in the bus station, maybe waiting for a few
minutes would be not such a bad idea. Nobody around, no people by foot. After
one minute you see the bus coming.
Your body position is somehow turned to the coming bus. As
you step down from the sidewalk you suddenly feel an obstacle. Strange feeling
and you look to see what it is. A young woman. A gipsy woman. A traditional
gipsy woman, very traditional and very well dressed. Pretty. Foxy. Something is strange. She is much to
close to you. Why? And .... where she appeared from?! It was nobody around one
minute ago!! You feel another movement at your back. A second young woman. An
identical gipsy woman and a small child. So, you are surrounded, from nowhere,
from two gipsy women and a child. Your instinct says that something is much to
strange and you take down your 40 liter empty backpack. The pockets were
vandalized in some seconds!!! ..... as you turned to the second gipsy woman she does so as she has something to do with the small boy she helds so the child was
only for her protection, to simulate a false position!
Lucky you, the backpack was empty!
I XXXX gipsies! They make me feel in danger. Sorry guys, but
I XXXX you, you already robbed me some years before and that awful feeling
never dies!!!!
You claim respect? You claim recognition? You claim rights? What do you offer, guys????
The future looks black, ugly, dirty and dangerous!
I suddenly feel so vulnerable and sad and helpless ..... Returning from the supermarket I preferred to wait for the bus 20 minutes, among some other people, than coming alone along the way, back home. I feel horrible and I have to thank to you, dear gypsies! I wonder what if, you would have a country for your own: Who would you cheat, steal and robber then?!! Who would work in your country, so that you have what to steal?!?!?
I am so sorry, but this evening
I do not love you at all!!!
