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  • They are Roma people. They come from Romania, and maybe other countries. They have nothing. They are here to beg. Not because criminals are forcing them, but because the have nothing. Because the have to pay for medicals for theirs babys and elders back home. Feed their children. They come here by bus. Beg on the streets to pay for the ticket, then to pay off money they owe the local shop owner at home, then to bring back a little money.

    Me and Folke stumbled upon a trailer camp where some of them live, the other day, while biking.

    Some of them look you in the eyes when you pass by. Do you look back? Do you know that they are people? With names, dreams, stories?

    (What's with the tilted car? I don't know. I'm guessing it's a good story)
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