I was 12 years old then. Naive, confident, not instructed by parents, is a finding for the Gypsies.

I walk in the street, I don’t touch anyone. A young girl of the corresponding appearance approaches me (inexperienced, apparently) and begins to meet, communicate: "Here the trouble over you hangs, everything about you, your family I know, money came to you, sorrow brought." And in proof of her words, she cried that she even knows my name.

She is wasted. My name is quite rare, you just can’t guess. At first, she guessed the first letter from the fifth attempt, but then as she did not fight, the name could not be named. I polently said goodbye, leaving her and continuing to strain the twists already in complete solitude. and luck.