It happened again - I accidentally read a holocaust book. If I actually looked at the book jacket or reviews before starting, it wouldn't be a such a surprise, but instead I got halfway in and found myself in WWII, in German-occupied territory, in a minority group, again.
I was surprised to find the author there. He'd been with the Rom for the fun of it, the good feels. What was he doing sticking around to stick it to the Nazis? His eventual and unpleasant arrest was awful but not a shock - he lived dangerously. And I'm glad he did. Thank you for your service, sir.
I wouldn't have read the whole thing if it weren't for the Rom wisdom and the author's way with words. At times, he is absolutely poetic - more often than not, really. He's convinced me. I need to run off and lives with the Gypsies, fight for right, and live to tell the tale.
Perhaps the best parts are those where the gypsies speak in sayings and metaphors. A few quotes:
In these times a man should resist being seduced by death. He should not face the morning sun as if it were already night! Heroism is to stay alive in the face of danger and dare to love.
There are lies, as you know, more easily believed than truth, and courage about death often disguises cowardice about life.
Man should be able to live with his experiences and with himself. If a tree is straight what does it matter if to some it appears crooked?
Even wise men occasionally said foolish things, but only foolish men believed them.
Those who play out of need seldom win
The antidote taken before the poison turns to poison itself
The true nettle stings from the beginning
Those who are forced to go to church pray badly
Acid corrodes its own container