I work in a taxi and one day I come for a request. A 25 year old Romanian man. He forced a conversation, said to sell the car wants to find a job. And they don't take anywhere, on the neck of six brothers and sisters, the sister is very sick, which is a problem with documents. Take him away safely. In a couple of days again application to the same address, I think again my problems will be told, or not. I have a female female who is 50 years old. We go.
The Gypsy:
Is it hard to work on a rental car?
Yes, this is my machine.
At the main job you get good money apparently, you appreciate the management.
Taxi is my main job, I don’t work anywhere any more, for more than 10 years.
Children in school or kindergarten? The Gypsies are not.
I have no children. You have seven children and your daughter is sick. The eldest son of Balbes is the same. He lost his documents, he doesn’t work anywhere, he sells his car and can’t sell it.
The rest of the road we walked in silence. The Zigeuner looked away, thinking of something about her...