Well, I am back from 10 days of travel (6 days in Lake Come, 4 in Istanbul- I debated if I should post while I was away, but just couldn't bring myself to sit at a computer for that long while there was so much meandering to do). These next few posts will be a reflection of some thoughts thought about while traveling.
Gypsies. They seem to be ubiquitous here in Italy, unfortunately. On the train. On the street. On the ground. On the heap. So much so that my heart has turned a blind eye. As they ask me for money, I justify in my head that they are really not in need of money, and that this money will just go to their clan leader, etc. Perhaps this comes from the notion that because I know that my 35 Euro cents won't help them and that in my current physical status I cannot do much to help solve their social issues, I resolve to do at most pray for them.
It doesn't help, knowing, too, though that more than a few of my friends have been taken advantage of by some of the gypsy population- pick-pocketed or sexually harassed.
My experience of gypsy life heightened, though, after encountering two gyspsies: one in Milan and the other in Istanbul. More on this tomorrow...
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