I was in a Gypsy village. We stand on the street with a friend, we talk. Here, a Roma appears on the street, surrounded by a crowd of brothers and sisters, more precisely, mostly neighbors. He cries loudly and loudly in his beautiful tongue, the rest are also cuddling something. Since I don’t understand the Romanian language very well, I ask the interlocutor:
What is he Oret?
This is Petka. He has 20 engines stolen from his house, and he finds out that the thief knows, it is exactly Andrew. He wants to argue with him, and the grandmothers answer.
Why not report to the police?
Do you think he bought these engines in the store?