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After a few minutes the bolt on the door screeches and the dealer’s head appears. Yurik doesn’t look like a Roma, in any case I imagined the typical Roma differently, naturally I didn’t expect some guy wearing a red shirt with large polkadots and carrying a stage-prop guitar in his hands, but we did learn something about the Roma in school, and here this thin albino comes out in a worn gray suit and with a cataract on his left eye and looks us over suspiciously; he and Chapai begin whispering something, taking a close look, practically sniff one another, finally the dealer gives us a sign with his hand and we follow him. I’m curious what lies behind the battlements—cannons, battle-axes, torture equipment—but everything is peaceful, there’s a little shed made of white brick standing
