One time I gave all my money to a gypsy boy.
We had gypsies in our city traveling somewhere.
They were sitting on the ground in dirty clothes with babies, begging for money and everyone pretended they were invisible.
The gypsy boy, stopped me near the bus stop, and asked for bread.
He looked at me with big brown eyes and said: girl, you are so beautiful!
And he smiled...
I gave him all I had.
His mother thank me after, gave me a dry piece of wood to be happy.
I think I was only one who talked to gypsies.
What to do, if a child smiles?
