Electric buses in the afternoon are almost empty and the Romanians are crawling in the wagons in a camp of people at 20 in search of bugs and bugs. They have their own system of definition of bad guys, at least not suitable for me.
Yesterday, in front of me, a drunk man goes into the pot, he has a cane, a bubble of tam, a snack... In general, a potential victim...
And surely, they ran to him, he, “girls, sit down,” they, “the table is poor,” he gets the press and so thousands for 50, “We need to buy more...”
“You got a man,” I think.
Starting a standard divorce, like give today, I guess. He clears the press, gets the thousand, stretches, but at the last moment clears, like, you tell me how to do it... again gets, again clears... and so ten minutes...
I understand that he plays with them, and divorce doesn’t work out.
I show him, class man!
The Gypsies get angry, one goes to extreme measures, and shouts, I will smooth you, and the Gypsies eye is the strongest.
To what the man says, I will smooth you myself so that no dentist will help.
The camp went like the wind.
I watching it.