Thursday, March 1, 2018

Racism stories of Romani people

There is life in a camp.
Of human substance.
A six years old girl child is with him.
And she is curious.
“Uncle Nicolae?”
“Can you speak well?”
“Yes for sure. We live in a camp, but the camp is in a larger one, you can call it Rome, which is in another camp that is Italy, in another camp that should be Europe, which is in another one...”
“I understand, uncle. But you know all the words? “
“You can be sure about that.”

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