After inspecting the mahala, Turi borrowed his father’s passport, and overcame his objections to our leaving the camp, and we went hand-in-hand to see what the village contained.
It contained, in fact, a college, the most important and most conspicuous object within the place; however we have been extra eager about a superior-looking constructing close to the church, which, although labelled “ Cafe ” proved, to our disappointment, to be solely a normal store. As we got here out. a person referred to as to us from the balcony of a home reverse, and we approached obediently, for he was the mayor, and wished to look at our papers. He professed to search out them satisfactor, although mine should have been incomprehensible, and dismissed us after just a few questions as to the item of my journey.
Leaving the municipal workplaces, we sought out the butcher and purchased meat, after which visited just a little khan to drink wine. Within the khan we additionally purchased eggs, and tried to steer the lady in attendance to prepare dinner them ; however, although a fireplace was burning on the fireplace, she resolutely refused. Having sufficiently honoured the despised Gypsies by serving them with drink, she evidently thought-about line have to be drawn someplace,, so she drew it at boiling eggs ! Feeling that we have been unwelcome, we began for dwelling, that’s, for the municipal dust-heap, however paused to speak with the schoolmistress, who requested, in French, why I wore such garments, and herself prompt that it was to flee statement.
We halted once more at a mixed retailer and tavern, the place our keep was extended by the arrival of our acquaintance the mayor. We grew to become fairly pleasant, and he, considerably indelicately since Turi was interpreter, inquired how I ventured to journey in such firm as that of Gypsies, a race infamous even in Pisantza for his or her thieving propensities. I protested strongly towards this accusation; maintained that even when different Gypsies stole, mine didn’t; and, so that he would possibly himself be witness to their scrupulous honesty, invited him to accompany us to the tent and drink espresso.
If he didn’t settle for the invitation with alacrity, he did in any respect occasions settle for it, and returned with us in the dead of night. However, earlier than leaving, he bought a chunk of Bulgarian embroidery, and introduced it to me as a memento : and I, thankfully remembering that we had no synthetic gentle, purchased a small lantern and candles, in addition to a brand new whip-thong and a string bridle for previous Petrika, and a big bottle of seven’akia to enliven the leisure. And fairly full of life the leisure proved, for our neighbours, the smiths, clustered around the mouth of the tent in such numbers that the side-cloths needed to be raised so that all may be throughout the circle.