Hey, today i was walking home with my friend from high school when a gypsy old lady heard us, she said something about me being wise like a Rom Baro, she congratulated me and gave me this strange necklace that gives me gypsy vibes, i dont know if i should wear it, i mean its cool, but also suspicious. My friend put it on me and it started glowing, what is going on?
It makes you dizzy. You feel a bit sick. You tell your friend you have to leave. You start walking. Your friend calls after you. Something about his hand that was holding the chain feels funny. And that you should wait. You can't wait. You have to go. I have no idea where. Just away.
When you wake up the next morning, you're lying in the straw. Shit, where are you… It smells like… Horse? Yes, it's a horse stable. Of course it is. Your favorite mare foaled last night. You had to be there. You're a horse lover. A horse whisperer. Your mare is a magnificent animal. Her coat is almost the same color as your dark skin. And she runs like the wind. You are convinced that the young stallion attached to her udder will soon tell a very good price. Horses from your tribe are in great demand on the market. And rightly so.
Your mother calls for breakfast. Before that, you have to groom the mare. And muck out the stable. The horse is your capital. The horse always comes first.
Do you like being a gypsy? You've never thought about that. You're proud to be a gypsy. And your destiny is to soon become Rome Baro. And that is an honor and an obligation. But you are only 18 years old. That's not enough to lead a tribe. But you are doing your best to learn everything you need to know to be a good leader.
If you ask other people what it's like to be a gypsy, they usually have totally romantic ideas about singing and dancing around the campfire. Of fortune-tellers and thoroughbred horses. And some of that is true… But the reality is different. This morning your day started with problems with the water pump in one of the caravans. And you're about to meet the owner of the field where you're allowed to camp. That and much more is part of your duties as Rom Baro. Romantic? Emptying a blocked waste water tank. Well…
Horse trading is your main source of income. But sometimes you need money in between. And then it's not your mares that are your capital, but your abs. If you stand in the pedestrian zone, you can be sure that it won't be long before tourists want to be photographed with you. Yes, a bit humiliating. But no more humiliating than some poor sap taking another deep breath when you put your arm around him. Yes, you weaklings, that's what a real man smells like.
Business is a little slow today. People are stingy. Or in a hurry. Yet you look hot to fuck by your own standards… But it's not just you… There's competition up ahead. A picture of a gypsy! You know him… Isn't that…?
You haven't seen your brother since he effectively crowned you as Rom Baro by putting the chain around your neck. The joy of your reunion is great. And the demand for pictures with two model gypsies is much greater than with one. It's going to be a good day. And an even better night!
Quasi, take it from an old spectator. Life's not a spectator sport. If watchin' is all you're gonna do, then you're gonna watch your life go by without ya.
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