My mother’s stubborn persistence and my father’s constant year-round
zurna gigs, rain or shine, are what allowed my sister and me to attend school. The
other kids at school and in our neighborhood referred to us as “intellectual gypsies,”
which only served to feed my growing ambition. After high school, I went on to
complete my studies at two universities. But did studying set me free? No matter
how much or how long you study, as a Roma, you can still find yourself being forced
to break up with your beloved, just because you’re a Roma.
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