I know that gypsies are not exactly the most trustworthy people, crying over "dead" children, holding fake babies, or laughing and then the moment they see you start sobbing and asking for money. But, I still love them. Maybe because I am jealous at how free they are to just do whatever, granted, their lives are hard because they have to beg and steal for everything they want and need, but yet, they are free. You can especially tell this with the children. Perhaps it is because they don't understand yet, or because they are kids just like every other kid, except they are not told to stay out of the dirt and can just play in the park all day and not go to school and not have to put on shoes. For a kid, sounds like quite the life. For me, that sounds ideal. They love being photographed though, which I should have taken more advantage of. However, they do demand money for it, or cherries, or sometimes both then they jump on you to try to take whatever they can out of your bag or pockets. Nonetheless, I still love them and slightly envy them.